Rio Largo

“How about it, barkeep?” Saber asked. “Can I count on you to keep your mouth shut?”

“As God is my witness,” Mort declared.

Saber grinned. His right hand came up from under the table holding his Colt. He fired once. Mort’s body and the chair crashed to the floor, and Saber placed the revolver on the table and picked up his fork. “Never trust anyone with religion, boys. They’re liable to turn on you no matter how much you pay them.”

“What do we do with the body?” Twitch asked.

“The same thing you did with Hank’s. The coyotes and buzzards hereabouts will be fat and sassy come tomorrow.”

Twitch motioned. “And the saloon? Do we burn it to the ground when we’re done eatin’?”

“You do not. I’ve always wanted to have my own waterin’ hole. We’ll stick around until Dunn and Hijino have stirred up a hornet’s nest. Then we’ll crush the hornets just like this.” Saber slammed his fist down on the fly that had landed next to his plate.