Orrin turned to the door, and his hand was on the latch when Riel spoke again. "Wait! There is a man, an American like yourself. He is in jail here. I think he is a good man."
"In jail for what?"
"Fighting."
Orrin smiled. "All right. I will talk to him."
"If you hire him, the case will be dismissed." Riel smiled slyly, his eyes twinkling. "Just take him away from here. It needed four of my men to get him locked up."
(from Lonely On the Mountain, by Louis L'Amour)
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