Bailey Grainger raised a brow at Taylor's comment, then smirked.  "From my point of view, that young man saved your bacon down there.  Or, someone's bacon, at least.  That little derringer Logan was drawing might not have hit who he was aiming at it, but more than likely he would have hit [i]somebody[/i] with it."

The man's offer extended to all 5 gathered in the room ... even Finney.  

As Sergio accepted, Mr Grainger enthusiastically replied "Fantastic! Train leaves tomorrow and I know Wyatt's anxious to get it."

He scribbles on a sheet of paper to do the math of 30 divided by 5 (assuming they all accept). Then opens his desk drawer and begins counting out 4 separate piles of $6, mostly in a mix of morgan and liberty silver dollars, though mixed with some half dollars and quarters too. "Plus your train tickets, of course," he assures. "I'll take care of those first thing in the morning so they're ready for you tomorrow. It'll be the 12:10 to Odessa on the Southern Pacific Line. And I'll telegraph ahead to let Wyatt know you're on the way."