Charles Woods, Captain of the Texas Rangers rode up to the corral at Branch Logan's small spread outside of Midlothian and looked over the fence at Branch lying flat of his back in the dirt. "Dad gum Branch, seems that's about the same spot you was in last time I's out here. Don't you think you're getting a bit old to be breaking bronc's? I'd say it's time you quit." Branch got to his feet, dusting himself off. "I'm not that old, an' you only pay fifty a month. I get a hundred and fifty for every horse I break. Now which job do you think I'd quit first? What's on yore mind." "I need you to take a trip down to Del Rio." "Del Rio! That's darn near to Mexico!" "Same thing, as many Mexicans on this side of the border as on the other side. Just try not to get bushwhacked." "Thanks, I'll try to remember that."