 You'll be leaving in the morning, I suppose, huh? About dawn, I reckon. Soon as Gatliff hires a new skinner. Uh-huh. Well, uh, the bottle's yours, Toby. And, uh, good luck. Oh, I sure do thank you, Marshal. Later in the day, Chester and a couple of other men buried Billy out on the hill. As Toby said, he died a bad death.