Fargo nodded.
“Damn. You didn’t let me kill any. I reckon the reward is all yours.”
“We will split it,” Fargo offered.
A lopsided smile curled Bobbie Joe’s lips. “As soon as my head stops hurtin’, how about if you and me get better acquainted? Or are you goin’ to turn me down a second time?”
Fargo glanced at Mad Dog Terrell, and grinned. “I’m not that crazy.”