Eight men. One dream. And a waggon full of dollars.
The raid had been an astounding success, despite losing Juan and Miguel.
Pedro shrugged. Two less to share.
Elated, he fisted his companion.
“Hey, Blondie, how you gonna spend your dinero?”
The bounty killer didn’t answer. His colt was clean and his eyes impassive but a thin smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Ironic. The gang was worth so much more than the loot and Reno was only ten miles to the west.
He gazed around the fire. Would seven prove to be too much? He didn’t think so.
They’d all forgotten to reload.
Link back to Julia’s Place.
ps Ok, Ok “prove to be too many”, but I was rushed!