The bodyguard slung him over a horse as he exchanged greetings with other members of El Patrón's private army, lounging on the the stables.
"Are you going to drown me in the oasis instead?" Matt snarled "Get a grip on yourself, lad. All right, I can see you've got grounds for suspicion, but credit me with a little decency." "How can I trust someone who killed twenty children?" Matt said "So they told you that." Tam Lin looked so sad, Matt felt slightly-but only slightly-sorry for him.
Tam Lin built a fire and stacked dry wood nearby. "You should go first thing in the morning. That gives you 12 hours to reach the border. It's the ideal time because the Farm Patrol is at the house for the wake. Another thing: El Patrón has kept Opium frozen one hundred years in the past."