While one of his men watched him with a grin on his face, Purvis, the owner of a small and scrubby cattle outfit near the town of Redwood paced the floor of his two-room shack. Finally, he paused to stare out of the window. He had managed to get himself in a real pickle with a combination of playing poker, and selling stolen cows for rustlers, and now Scar was coming for him, and he was likely to kill him for it.