CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
They were at crossroads, literally and metaphorically. The old trail slinked down towards the south and, eventually, Mexico. Taking a westerly direction would lead them once more to Jonas and Coltrane. More than once, Cruces had debated within himself how he could broach his decision to the others. He knew they were loyal to Jonas, had ridden with him for years, but what they didn’t understand, what they failed to understand, was that everything Jonas had ever planned, ever touched, had turned to disaster. The bank robbery almost cost him his life. It had certainly cost the lives of too many of the g**g. And Coltrane? His ‘insider information’ had proved bogus. No, they must now consider themselves, what was best for them. They had money. Enough to start again. He voice
