the judge who lays claim to them all. Just as his appearance in the desert, the entire history of Judge Holden is strange; in fact, he seems to not have a past so much as to endlessly recur. At one point the gang returns to Chihuahua to receive payment for their trophies of war. As each goes to the public baths to wash away the gory remnants of their exploits, they descend “one by one into the waters . . . all tattooed, branded, sutured . . . some deformed,
