A Violent Winter. Scene Nine.

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“Good work Jamie…now all we gotta do is get this gold outta here. The Sheriff is probably ridin over here right now to hang us.”

Jefferson stared down at the trembling figure below him.

“You hear what I said boy? Get crackin! I mean it!” He turned to Selena who stood silhouetted in the doorway of the bank.

“Stay there! Larry you get outta here and get on the other side of the woman. We’re gonna start a bucket brigade with gold. Load up them horses…understand? Now, let’s get at it. Time’s awastin.”

With that, Jefferson handed the first gold bar to Jamie. Jamie struggled visibly under the weight of it but he made a determined effort and soon had handed it off to Selena who quickly turned it over to Larry. Larry tossed it into a nearby wagon. Then, the cycle started over again. An efficient system would soon allow them to escape.

All around them angry bloodshot eyes watched. These were the unfortunate men that had been placed at the bank in order to protect the deposits. A useless rabble more concerned with their keg of whiskey than the job at hand.

They had given up pretty quick after that first assault.

It had taken even less time to tie them up.

“I think that’s it,” Selena called from her position at the top of the stairs.

“Good work Selena. Now let’s get outta here.”

Jefferson and his gang turned toward their horses.

“Why so glum chum?” Jefferson chucked little Jamie under his chin. “We’re rich!”

Jamie recoiled from Jefferson’s touch. On a normal day this would be enough for a beating, but not today.

Jefferson was happy.

He had gotten what he wanted.

Jamie choked back a sob as he surveyed his surroundings.

He had hoped that someone would come to save them but the streets were empty.

To be continued…

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