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Two well fashioned bankers sat on one side of an ornate walnut table in an equally well fashioned ornate office. The deep wood tones and faded scent of expensive tobacco further eluded to the wealth in the room. They faced four men, equal in tenacity, if not in fashion, ready to make a deal.
“You’re willing to bear all the risk? No compensation if the money is stolen or lost? No guarantee?” William Fargo leaned forward placing his hands flat on the table.
John Butterfield grinned and leaned into the banker. He was no stranger to risk. A wealthy man in his own right, he had struck many risky deals before this one. Some of them had paid off, some had not. Unlike the bankers in front of him John Butterfield wasn’t addicted to the appointments of wealth, but to the risks involved in acqu
