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HANK
“Who the f**k was that?” I said, making my way over to my horse, grabbing hold of the reins. The satchel they’d used to steal the cash was beside them on the ground and I grabbed that, tied it to the saddle bag. I didn’t want anything to happen to all that hard-earned—and easily stolen—money. As for the men…
I was sweating, my heart pounding, realizing how close to death we’d come. It hadn’t been the first time, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. But, f**k.
The man, hell, he couldn’t be more than a teenager, had taken down the Grove gang with two bullets. They’d been running wild for years, wreaking havoc, escalating their crimes to include murder. Ours were almost on that list. Except the kid had saved us, and I wanted to talk with him.
The band of thieves and murderers had
