Perhaps they were the ghosts of some of the victims of the train robbery

Photo Source ~ Lalo Vazquez The two women appeared next to them as if by magic, as if they were two ghosts. Perhaps they were the ghosts of some of the victims of the train robbery. None of the bandits stood up or even addressed the two. They just sat there, around the fire, smoking and passing the jug. The women just stood there, saying nothing. A good breeze was blowing and the women’s hair and clothing blew about in the wind, making them look even more ghostly. The fire reflected on their faces and dresses turning them red, as if they’d returned from some otherworldly place, hell perhaps. Certainly real women would not act in such a way, they must be ghosts; they must not be real.

 The men became quiet and looked at each other and then at the two ghosts. None of them knew what to make of them. They didn’t notice the shotguns in the women’s hands. Finally, as the younger one began firing into them close up, so close that there was not even enough distance for the buckshot to open up, they comprehended. The Mule Tamer II, Chica's Ride.