They were met in the saloon by Fiddler Jones, whose hair and temper flared like a wasps' nest. Fiddler's yellow eyes fell instantly in love with the kid's pouch of gold dust. That pouch was worth killing for.
Fiddler was no stranger to trouble, but the trouble he found in the kid and the mute took everyone by surprise. It just kept coming, like nothing Winky had ever seen before.