Having finally left Briscoe and his train full of bloodthirsty Bannermen detectives behind them, Heyes suppressed a sigh as Kid slowed while they were looking to make an early camp. "We're bein' watched."
"You sure you're not just spooked?"
"I ain't spooked. I got a real prickly feelin'."
Heyes snorted. "That's cos you need a shave." Despite his words, Heyes too peered into the setting sun.
He spied four riders with their hats raised and laughed, gently drawing his partner's attention to the sight. "Well you're right, Kid, but I'm figuring we ain't got much to worry about."