Virgil thought getting kicked in the stomach by his horse and falling into a hole in the bottom of a creek and almost drowning was a bad day. But the band was just warming up for the real party as he and his partner Travis decided to take revenge on an Indian raiding party down in old Mexico. The day before crossing the Rio Grande, Beth showed up at the trading post fresh in from New Orleans and blinked her pretty eyes in Virgilas direction. Now why am I going to Mexico? he asked himself as they waded their horses across the muddy river. He looked over at Travis with his bearded jaw set hard and his black piercing eyes staring without emotion from beneath his worn felt hat. For him? Good God, I must have lost my mind some where back there. aWhatare you looking at?a Travis growled. My partner.