He was a tough old bird, the redskin. Milwaukee allowed himself the dangerous luxury of admiring the old man fully. He was smart, too. But way too trusting. And that, Milwaukee knew, was his undoing.
Milwaukee turned away from the Indian and addressed the two men sitting by the campfire. "I can go on, but the Indian's not going to talk. I can almost guarantee it."
"I thought you guaranteed results," the nervous one said.
"I'll get what you want, only it won't be coming from him."
"Go on," the nervous man said. He squeezed his hands together and jerked his head toward the Indian. "Do it."