Chapter 16

“Noon?”

“Noon. The place cleared out then and the guard ate a boxed lunch where he sat.”

“Maybe we can catch him with his mouth full,” I offer. “Knock him down instead of shoot him.”

Wade glares at me, appearing to forget we’re partners in running things, but he turns and says it’s time to drink to our upcoming success. He fetches the whiskey and we all take a swig, then he takes another, and another.

I offer no comment, thinking it maybe best he’s a little soused.

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On the appointed day, we saddle up and tie on bedrolls because we’ll camp on the way to Lovell. Each mancarries a sack with food or eating implements so we can at least enjoy meals on the way there. Once the job is done, there’ll be little concern for eating, only for running.