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Jem Webster and three of his men lingered in the shadows inside the tavern as they kept a careful eye on their intended target, a tall, dark-haired Scotsman who was drinking heavily with a blond-haired fellow who looked equally dangerous.
Harvey watched his boss carefully. “I don’t know about this, Jem.”
“We took the money, and there’s more where that came from when we bring Mr. Hunt that man.” Jem nodded subtly in the Scot’s direction. He could understand the reservations his men had about tackling the fellow, given his size and muscled build, but he also knew that they would do just about anything for money. “I’ll not pass up an opportunity for that kind of coin.”
Jem stroked a hand along his scruffy jaw. It had been a lean few years working at various odd jobs, usually underapprec
