With a fiery sunset all around them Heyes and Kid were stuck chasing down the final stray dogie.

Kid swung his lariat, hoping he could capture the damn thing quickly. Maybe the beans they'd be served with on their return, would wipe the taste of the dust outta his mouth. Though with how much he'd swallowed today, he doubted it.

He and Heyes had never been fond of driving cattle, too hard on the back and far too poorly paid for the effort involved.

Lately though, with chasing amnesty, it often seemed to be the only job they could get.