Eat

The four entered the cave and soon settled down round a small fireplace.
Canary served them roasted boar and produced a bottle of whiskey.

Eating the meat and pulling down swigs of whiskey; Lisa, Running Cub and Canary listened while Pike told his story, describing how Aims had left a trail of indebted and impoverished farmers behind him on his journey west, and how he had used the most brutal of means to further enhance his profit.

Apparently, something had gone real wrong three months ago in Santa Fe and Aims was now wanted for the murdering of a federal marshal.

“Sounds like a real bastard.” Canary had licked her fingers clean after lunch.
“Yep.” Pike solemnly replied.
“Do you think that you can find the man?” Lisa asked Canary.
“Well, there’s a gang of mean-looking fuckers that have set up base in an old Spanish mission just a few miles south of here. There’s got to be at least twenty men there.”
“That’s Aims’ gang.” Pike shot in.
“Yeah, that would make sense.” Canary agreed.

“Anyway,” she went on, “it’d be best to scout it out at night. And sundown’s six hours away while it’s only a two-hour ride to the mission. Anyone of you got any good ideas about what two boys and two girls can do to kill of four hours?” She asked with a dirty smile.