“What about Josie?” Jesse asked. “She ain’t doin’ nothin’.”

“We ain’t had nobody in them rooms before you that used a chamber pot,” Bodine answered. “Everybody else just went outside to find a tree, or used the outhouse for serious business.”

“We ain’t like everybody else,” Booth informed him. “Ain’t you got it in your head yet that there’s a back-shootin’ son of a bitch with a rifle hangin’ around out there just waiting for one of us to step outside? You saw what happened to Trip, didn’t you? Besides, we’re payin’ you to do it.”

“All right,” Bodine gave in, “I’ll get somebody to empty it, or I’ll do it, myself.” He went into the kitchen to tell his wife to make the coffee.

“I heard,” Dinah Belle said as soon as he walked in. “It’s already on the stove. I’ll cook and make ’em some coffee, but I ain’t emptying no slop jars for the lazy cowards.” She glared at her husband as if daring him to object. “I swear, since those bastards came here, it’s like we’re livin’ in a fort or somethin’. It’s as bad as it was back when the Injuns were raidin’ us,” she huffed. “Least that Hawk feller ain’t tried to burn the house down yet.”

Bodine shook his head, perplexed. “I might have to do that, myself, to get them two outta here. We’re gonna make good money off of ’em, but I’m ready to see the last of those two.” He started toward the back door but stopped long enough to tell her not to worry about the chamber pot, he would get Tom to take care of it.

Back in the saloon, Booth and Jesse remained seated at the table, the six-guns of each man lying on the table, aimed at the door. They were discussing the split of the late Trip Dawson’s estate, mainly the saddlebags in his room upstairs. “What about that roll of bills he likes to carry in his pocket?” Jesse asked, thinking of Booth’s orders to Bodine to take care of Trip’s body and bring his personal effects to him. “You know damn well Bodine’s gonna pocket that and tell us Trip wasn’t carryin’ any money.”

“That’s what I think,” Booth agreed calmly. “I figure it outta be enough to pay Bodine for our stay here, don’t you? ’Cause he ain’t gettin’ one red cent out of me and you when we’re done here.”

“That’s the next question,” Jesse said. “When are we gonna break outta this place? It’s startin’ to get on my nerves. I’m about ready to shoot my way out. The longer we stay, the more I’m afraid I’ll get as loco as Trip was.”