She's always leery of having this conversation; having to watch as the way people look at her changes. If he were anyone else, she might sidestep around the details and give him some vague story about delicate business, but as it is she's convinced herself that what they have is impermanent anyway. If she's sharing her bed with him, she might as well share the rest. Consequences be damned.
"A few years ago, I started pokin' around this town north'a Green Lake. I followed the Walker's assets to a bank there, an' I wanted t'see how easy it'd be t'break in. Only, while I was there, I started talkin' t'the townsfolk. Met this woman named Viktoria, who told me how the railroad an' the banks were gobblin' up estates, an' puttin' honest folk outta business. Hafta admit, her story reminded me a li'l bit of losin' my daddy's ranch t'the bank. It ain't about what's fair, y'know. It's about who has the most money."
She traces idle patterns across his collarbone.
"Anyhow. My plans changed, an' I decided t'go after this railroad man an' the banker he had in his pocket. Me an' five others. The plan was t'go in, get 'em t'open up that safe, an' make out with the cash without anybody gettin' hurt. Only somebody did. One'a the men I hired ... I don't rightly know what he was thinkin'. We got outta there, left the wounded t'get attention I only hope, an' once we'd all split the cash I gave 'em what for, an' sent 'em on their way."
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She's always leery of having this conversation; having to watch as the way people look at her changes. If he were anyone else, she might sidestep around the details and give him some vague story about delicate business, but as it is she's convinced herself that what they have is impermanent anyway. If she's sharing her bed with him, she might as well share the rest. Consequences be damned.
"A few years ago, I started pokin' around this town north'a Green Lake. I followed the Walker's assets to a bank there, an' I wanted t'see how easy it'd be t'break in. Only, while I was there, I started talkin' t'the townsfolk. Met this woman named Viktoria, who told me how the railroad an' the banks were gobblin' up estates, an' puttin' honest folk outta business. Hafta admit, her story reminded me a li'l bit of losin' my daddy's ranch t'the bank. It ain't about what's fair, y'know. It's about who has the most money."
She traces idle patterns across his collarbone.
"Anyhow. My plans changed, an' I decided t'go after this railroad man an' the banker he had in his pocket. Me an' five others. The plan was t'go in, get 'em t'open up that safe, an' make out with the cash without anybody gettin' hurt. Only somebody did. One'a the men I hired ... I don't rightly know what he was thinkin'. We got outta there, left the wounded t'get attention I only hope, an' once we'd all split the cash I gave 'em what for, an' sent 'em on their way."