“Y"all going to let me have one of those women?” Lorenz"s horse was beside Red O"Neal"s after a morning of riding. They were on the way to the Sporting Palace, the fancy whorehouse Red owned. Red had given Lorenz a grey horse called Dandy when Lorenz had told about killing one of the Comanchero men that was trying to r**e him. Lorenz couldn"t figure out why, but the speculative look in Red"s eyes alerted him. This man was expecting something, but what?
Lorenz figured it was because it meant he would grow up to be a gunman and rider like that Collins fellow working for Red. Red, however, was trying to determine if Lorenz"s Justine mind abilities were maturing early.
Red looked at the boy. At thirteen, he was still incredibly slender and stood about five feet seven or eight. “We"ll see how
