Chapter 6, Part Two

No Honor; Ch. 6 Pt. 2: Pleasant Greetings;

After I had first heard about the incident, I excused myself from bartendin', and I left Wally in charge, so I could go to the house. Marco's boys took the bodies from the front o' the place, and it looked like they watered down the blood okay, but the inside hadn't been touched, at all. Thank you Carter, for leavin' me that mess. I walked up to First Street, and approached the gates o' Marco's huge home.

It took fifteen minutes almost, to get someone wit' passable English. Finally though, I got 'em to agree to come back for the other corpses, and I went back myself, to start cleanup. It was about nine-thirty or so, when I returned to the bar. Marco was there, again, and I refused to meet his eyes. He was the last one I wanted to talk to, and I hoped whoever it was, that got slaughtered, were friends o' his.

Wally's stomach started to bother 'im, as it does sometimes, so I sent him home. Given the circumstances, I agreed to help Dave 'til one o'clock, at least. I didn't mind it as much that night; the traffic was steady, but not overwhelmin', and it had been, relatively peaceful. Then, at eleven o'clock, Carter rode inta the bar.

He and Shadow just pranced on in, real slow, like they owned the place. I couldn't help but notice as well, that the man had a rifle on his shoulder. Not the best look, when yer goin' into a place o' business. I glanced over, and saw that Dave was gettin' real nervous.

He wasn't alone. A hush gradually fell over the place, and every set o' eyes centered on Carter, awaitin' his next move. Well, the first thing he did was tug on the reins. To his left sat a Mexican, Marco's hombre, that looked like he was about to draw on 'im.

Carter came to a full stop. He looked at the man, and he waited. He didn't make a move, or say a word, and that rifle didn't budge an inch. He just, waited.

El Hombre looked around himself, and then back at Moon. He hesitated a bit, but eventually, he eased back in 'is seat. The albino lingered there, a minute or two more; again, he just waited. Hombre saw somethin' interestin', in the other direction, and Carter gently egged the horse on.

Shadow's gait stopped, a foot and a half away from Marco's table.

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