 Peddler, where are you heading? The Crazy Y, senor. I'll ride with you if you don't mind. Why not? Even in the grave a man likes company. Well, Peddler, you won't do much business at the Crazy Y. Boys don't get paid till the end of the month. There ain't so much as a Mexican dollar in the whole spread. My friend, I travel without portfolio. I follow my friend, Doc Sixgun. Doc, is he at the Crazy Y? Last night he was called. One of the vaqueros had broken a leg. Oh, yeah? That's too bad.