"You here, Boss?" Muckamuck Charlie asked.
Tesno groaned and stepped forward. "Where's Palma?" he demanded.
Charlie stepped into the cabin, looking past Tesno at the canvas bags. "Cooley tenas house. Come this way. See you elip siah. Far ahead. Watch. You come to cabin. Him go 'way."
Charlie pushed past and began to rummage in the bags. He extracted a can of beans and held it up admiringly. "Bullet hittum," he said.
"Hit who?"
"Jim Palma. You shoot. Hittum."
"I couldn't have," Tesno said. "He went right on shooting at the horses."
"Pil-pil. Him bleed. Maybe just scratchum. You catch other one?"
"He's dead."
Charlie nodded approvingly. He produced a hunting knife from somewhere under his coat and jabbed the blade into the can of beans. He pried back the metal untidily, poured out a handful of beans and tasted them. He drew another can out of the bag and shoved it into a coat pocket.