OOM: Yorktown, 1888 -- rally the troops

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[Sometime after this:]



When Kate leads Butch out her door, they end up in an ordinary bunkhouse. It's where she and Mireille have been staying the past few weeks. The robot woman is happy to see them, but they don't stay for long. Today's the day.

The gang's riding in.

Beaut and Salty are already saddled up; the latter is one of John's dapple grey geldings. He'll be Butch's main legs while he's here. It's about a half hour ride to Yorktown, a good portion of which takes them through John's property, so there are no problems to speak of.

Hopefully, as they ride up to the fancy saloon in the heart of the town, that luck will continue.

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Butch pours himself another glass of whiskey and settles in to listen to Kate explain the plan.

He's never done this kind of job before--never done a job with men who are, essentially, strangers to him. It's always been friends, or whatever the hell Harvey Logan counts as; they know each other, they've ridden together sometimes for years, they know how each other will react under pressure.

But on the other hand, familiarity breeds fistfighting and rivalries. Maybe it's better not to know each other that well; maybe it'll keep them all on their best behavior, because nobody knows what anybody else is really capable of doing.

He'd do it either way, though. There's a boyish sense of adventure--or, considering Miss Barlow, maybe it's not boyish, maybe it's universal.

He wouldn't trade it for anything.