Longarm said, “That’s for you.”
“But it’s your money.”
“I know whose money it is, but I’m giving it to you.”
“What for?”
“Because, son, one of these days, one of two things are going to happen. You’re going to be in another situation where you don’t pull the trigger, and you’re going to need that two thousand dollars to leave to your kin. Or one of these days, you’re going to come to your senses and realize that you shouldn’t be a lawman, and you’re going to need that money to make yourself a new start.”
Henderson looked at him. He said, “I don’t know what to say. You’ve got me all confused.”
Longarm stood up and put on his hat. He said, “I’ve got a train to catch, Ross. You sit there and think about it. From time to time, we are all confused.” Then he walked out the door, heading for the depot. Here and there, he could still see the posters that offered $10,000 for his capture. What the posters didn’t say was that there was no one left to pay off the reward.