The flap lifted and two men carried out an unconscious elderly white man, his face ashen. A voice from inside the tent said, “Max, see he gets plenty of red wine.” “I reckon he’ll be a goner soon, King,” said the man called Max. Disinterested, the voice from inside said, “Hell, try it anyway.” “Whatever you say, boss,” Max said. As the old man was carried past him, Flintlock said to Jardine, “What’s ailing him?” “He’s old and I guess he doesn’t have enough blood in him,” Jardine said. “It happens to old-timers, or so I’ve been told.” Flintlock hesitated and watched the two men carrying the comatose oldster. “Here, ain’t that Max Eades and Jasper Aston, guns for hire from down Laredo way? I recollect Max killed Dan Polk in Beaumont that time, and for a spell Jasper was top gun in the Colfax County War up New Mexico way. Come to think of it, I believe there are dead-or-alive dodgers on both them boys.” “Flintlock, forget it,” Jardine said. “Max and Jasper work for Mr.
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