The half-breed was as unfeeling as stone, and as ugly as sin, what with that jagged white scar that started at the edge of his left temple, cut across his left eye and cheek, and ended just below his jaw. With a sigh, Barnett raised his arms. Moments later, he was mounted on his horse, his hands securely cuffed behind his back. The bounty hunter nodded. Just like that.
Poster says dead or alive.
And Barnett had no doubt the bounty hunter meant every word. Tossing his hat on a chair, he sat down on the edge of the bed and took of his boots. His prisoner had been delivered, safe and sound. The necessary papers had been signed. He had collected the reward.