“I don’ remember saying that you could use the women yet.” The boss growled. Hmmm, this one wasn’t as big a fool as the blonde man thought he was. “S-sure mister, don’ wanna not get paid.”
The blonde man looked hard into the man’s eyes then nodded holstering his gun. “I got work ta do what ya want?”
“I just wanted to thank you, he…” the blonde woman started. “Ah, just a graze, ya’ll live,” the man commented. The blonde man barely grimaced when the man started to apply a foul smelling, greasy, concoction to the wound. A ways back, the boss was saddling up when a thought came to him. “Try to not kill all o them.”
The blonde man nodded as those that had taken the bodies out returned. Walking in the room the stench grew even greater, moving to a bunk by the window the blonde man pulled a pistol. Heading straight to the cabin, the blonde man had to hold his bile at the smell of unwashed bodies that met him. “Damn son, like I said gonna have to make ya a scout. They train their whores a hell of a lot before they put them out there to make coin.” The blonde man told her.
