"Any more conditions?" "You and your gang are to leave this territory when your work for the merchants is concluded," Lime said. "Suppose we like it here, brother?" Red Leech demanded. "Who's gonna chase us out?" "Soldier," Lime said, sounding very much like a former army captain, "soldier, you've made your rep against Mexicans. If you've a mind to try your bandit tactics against some Texans I'm sure you'll be accommodated." "You threatenin' Red Leech, brother?" the giant thundered. Lash Wall stepped between them. "We're down here on business, Sheriff," he said peaceably. "After we're done maybe we'll consider your invitation." He smiled. "Any other conditions?" "No, mister, that's all." Wall turned to Leech. "Let's go see our headquarters, Big Red," he suggested. "Get ourselves set up." "Damn right! You know somethin', Lash? I ain't had my siesta! Been ridin' since mornin'!" Then he thought of something else. "And by Judas, Lash, I ain't had a woman for a week!" "We'll take care of you, Big Red," Lash Wall told him, turning the man around and easing him toward the door of Lime's office.
