John kicked the body with his cowboy boot, “Another one bites the dust.” He spit a chaw that sizzled in the hot Arizona sand.

Chet looked at him and stare back down at the mutilated body splayed before them, “That’s what I like about you, John.” He squatted beside the corpse. Rummaging in the pockets and pulling out the folding money and bag of gold coins.

Chet stood and walked over to John, handing him the folding money while he shoved the coins deep in his own pocket, muttering,”Got brass in pocket. I’m special.“

John grabbed Chet and whirled him around. The noon heat fanning the flames of tempers rising. Though John smiled when he said, “Now Chet, Don’t do me like that. Do you really want to hurt me?“

Chet shrugged out of John’s grip and laughed. He climbed onto his horse and whistled sharply. John stood looking at him befuddled, “Is there something I should know?“

Chet called out, “Over here, Major Tom, the mass murderer John Black. You’ll find the folded money on his person.”