Not a whole lotta talkin' goin' on. On account the two up top - driver and guard of the Central Western Stageline's Concord coach - were the strong silent type. On account the younger woman inside was in deep mourning for her late lamented husband, the young man was of the Eastern and inscrutable persuasion, and the older woman believed in keeping herself to herself. Even if that was kinda difficult with the bucking, jolting Stage throwing them all together. And the six Ute braves, war painted and feathered, who ambushed them didn't have polite conversation in mind either. Just killing. Two others who'd never been great on idle chatter: Edge and Adam Steele. Who just happened to be riding within hearing distance of the gunshots and the screaming and knew that the time had come for some actions that spoke louder than words.