"In the square...a weathered old woman...half naked, her paps like winkled aubergines...She stared at the ground nor did she look up even when the horses stood all about her.
"Glanton* looked down the square...His horse leaned and sniffed at the old woman and jerked its head...Glanton patted the animal's neck and dismounted
"She was in a meatcamp about eight mile up the river, said Webster. She caint walk.
...
"She had raised her eyes to the level of his knees. Glanton pushed the horse back and took on of the heavy saddle pistols from its scabbard and cocked it.
"Watch yourself there.
"Several of the men stepped back.
"The woman looked up...He pointed with his left hand and she turned to follow his hand with her gaze and he put the pistol to her head and fired.
"The explosion filled all that sad little park. Some of the horses shied and stepped. A fistsized hole erupted out of the far side of the soman's head in a great vomit of gore and she pitched over and lay slain in her blood...
"McGill, he said.
"A Mexican, solitary of his race in that company, came forward.
"Get that receipt for us.
"He took a skinning knife from his belt and stepped to where the old woman lay and took up her hair and twisted it about his wrist and passed the blade of the knife about her skull and ripped away the skalp.
...
[Glanton] took the dripping trophy from McGill and turned it in the sun the way a man might qualify the pelt of an animal and then handed it back..."
*Real name. John Joel Glanton, the Glanton Gang.
"Glanton* looked down the square...His horse leaned and sniffed at the old woman and jerked its head...Glanton patted the animal's neck and dismounted
"She was in a meatcamp about eight mile up the river, said Webster. She caint walk.
...
"She had raised her eyes to the level of his knees. Glanton pushed the horse back and took on of the heavy saddle pistols from its scabbard and cocked it.
"Watch yourself there.
"Several of the men stepped back.
"The woman looked up...He pointed with his left hand and she turned to follow his hand with her gaze and he put the pistol to her head and fired.
"The explosion filled all that sad little park. Some of the horses shied and stepped. A fistsized hole erupted out of the far side of the soman's head in a great vomit of gore and she pitched over and lay slain in her blood...
"McGill, he said.
"A Mexican, solitary of his race in that company, came forward.
"Get that receipt for us.
"He took a skinning knife from his belt and stepped to where the old woman lay and took up her hair and twisted it about his wrist and passed the blade of the knife about her skull and ripped away the skalp.
...
[Glanton] took the dripping trophy from McGill and turned it in the sun the way a man might qualify the pelt of an animal and then handed it back..."
*Real name. John Joel Glanton, the Glanton Gang.
