Charley and I stared in awe at Lopez's disfigurement. "Jesus—," I began, but Lopez interrupted me.
"I still managed to shoot the bastardo in the face with my fea princesa here." Lopez then pulled a sawed-off, double-barreled 12-gauge shotgun from a holster under his coat. The barrels had been cut down to about ten inches. "I seldom miss with my ugly little princess."
"Guess not," Charley said.
"We plan on leaving at first light tomorrow… that OK with you?" I asked. "Mañana es buena," Lopez said. "I will be at the Palace at six."
Later, when Charley and I met Chan Bellamy and the Makepeace brothers, they were not pleased that we were bringing an actual lawman with us.
"s**t fire, that pepper-gut could have us ridin' under a cottonwood limb, if we do what we come to do," said Bob Makepe
