“With a long shot.”
“What are you going to do!”
“Get Satan. Go for a ride.”
“Where?”
He looked about him, troubled, and then frowned. “I dunno. Out yonder.”
He waved his arm. Black Bart followed the turn of the master's body, and switching around in front continued to stare up into Dan's face.
“You're going back after the posse?”
“No, I'm done with them.”
“What do you mean?”
“They paid for Grey Molly.”