 We've been out four months. He must owe Billy seven, eight hundred dollars. Uh-huh. Are, uh, you going back out on the prairie with him? I ain't afraid of him. But I'll be sleeping with one eye open from now on. Well, if you let on you're suspicious, he'll sure try to kill you. Not me. He can do his killing on somebody else. You, uh, you'll be leaving in the morning, I suppose, huh? About dawn, I reckon. Soon as Gatliff hires a new skinner. Uh-huh.