“Better’n I would’ve figured for a town like this,” he says quietly, returning the grin.

He’d had his concerns about the other men but really, everyone seems to be doing their part just fine. The money is theirs, they’ve got their escape route all lined up, it’s just a matter of finishing up in here and they’ll be on their way. He’ll get himself a real nice dinner tonight--and hey, he’s gotten a brand-new (or new to him, anyway) genuine Pinkerton gun. Won’t that make for a good story?

Oh, if only he could tell Sundance about all of this.