She tries rising to her feet, but the banker grabs her by the wrist. His grip is strong for how shaky he is.
"Jesus Christ."
She relaxes at length, choking down alarm when she realizes that the man has begun to pray. She stills, crouched beside him, carefully working herself out of his grasp.
"What's your name?"
"Cleveland Miller, ma'am."
"Cleveland Miller?" Her voice is all the softness of the schoolteacher, and none of the bite of the outlaw. Gingerly, she leans in and presses a kiss to his forehead. "Y'jus' keep talkin'."
"Our father ... which art in heaven ... Hallowed be thy name ..."
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She tries rising to her feet, but the banker grabs her by the wrist. His grip is strong for how shaky he is.
"Jesus Christ."
She relaxes at length, choking down alarm when she realizes that the man has begun to pray. She stills, crouched beside him, carefully working herself out of his grasp.
"What's your name?"
"Cleveland Miller, ma'am."
"Cleveland Miller?" Her voice is all the softness of the schoolteacher, and none of the bite of the outlaw. Gingerly, she leans in and presses a kiss to his forehead. "Y'jus' keep talkin'."
"Our father ... which art in heaven ... Hallowed be thy name ..."