"All right, cowboy," Madrid said. "I'll take that badge."
Willie unpinned it and handed it over. Madrid stuffed it into the pocket of his bright blue shirt.
"You're all in together," Willie said. "You're a b-bunch of crooks in together."
"Now don't get me mad," Madrid said. "You're getting out of this lucky. Get over and get your pay from Sam Lester. Then get your tail out of town. Today."
Willie said nothing. Madrid glared and said, "Do you understand that? Today."
Willie nodded.
"If you aren't gone by dark, you'll get hurt. Hurt bad." Madrid turned on his heel and went out.
After a while Willie got up, walked to the townhouse, and knocked on the door of Sam Lester's office. Sam seemed to be expecting him. He plunked a little pile of gold and silver on his desk.
"Sixty-six dollars," he said. "That includes a full day's pay for today. Sign this, please."
While Willie was signing the receipt, Sam added a double eagle to the pile of money. "I understand you're leaving town," he said. "This is for traveling expenses."