No-Face patted the horse that Patamon marched out of her small stable. "She is a fine horse, and she will serve you well." Patamon said. No-Face nodded and tipped his hat politely at the old squaw. "Much obliged. Thank you, Patamon." The old squaw shook her head, and smiled at No-Face. "No. Thank you, No-Face. If it wasn't for you, Woodson would have burned me alive, and taken my land. You are every bit of the legend that they say you are." No-Face smiled from behind his red bandana.