Death Drive

'One other thing, feller,' Edge said before the Mexican could speak. 'You gave your word to stick around so long as I stayed with the outfit. I figure a man who breaks his word ain't worth nothing more than a bullet.
Lacalle's anger broke surface as he whirled to glower at the calm soft spoken half-breed. 'How can a man like you set store in honor?' he snarled. 'A man who can cut the throat of another while holding a gun on him?'
'I am what I am. And I ain't either proud or ashamed of it ... anymore. You'll go all the way, feller,' the half-breed said. 'Or stay right here. As buzzard meat.'


Genre: Western