It was a cool day in Sandbach. Norton Canes twisted the reins in his gloved hands as he rode up to the Saloon. Fleet of action he leapt from Heston his untrustworthy bald stallion and strode through the batwing doors of the Knutsford Bar. The Membury began to flood back.
"Anyone here seen Leicester Markfield?", he enquired with no change in his deadly expression.
"He's with those North Boys, Mr Canes", offered a frightened looking cowpoke at the bar. "Rivington & Rothersthorpe North. Something about going off to join the Hilton Park Gang Mr Canes..."
Canes' eyes narrowed.
"Frankley Gordano I don't give a damn. Mr Leigh Delamare is on his trail and there's a Bounty on his head. There's a Mars Bar in his pocket and a Milky Way in each Boot".
Norton Canes looked worried for the first time that day and stood up to his full 6ft 7inches. He was certainly Toll alright.