"In our leggings' pockets we'd each stashed guns. I'd packed a .357 magnum pistol, and Jose had a .22 pistol.
When we got close to the wax camp, Jose said he thought they would have a trap set for us, and we'd be outnumbered. We both agreed that the best thing we could do was to keep our mouths shut under the circumstances.
We rode into the camp, and Casus, the man I figured stole the cow, had a little fire going and had coffee ready and some tacos made. He invited us off our horses, and I noticed a .30-.30 rifle sitting pretty close to his hand."
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