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JACK
Sending a telegram to Washington was quick. Just two words. I resign. The reply would be slower in coming and I had to meet the colonel one last time before I took Lily and left town. Where we went, I had no idea, but it would not be for the Pinkertons or the colonel. I might even be happy living with her huge family, if the men her sisters married didn’t feed me to the pigs first. Two months ago, I would have been stunned to be happy walking away from my work, from the never-ending stream of outlaws that needed to be brought to justice. They were someone else’s problems now. With that thought in my head, I didn’t even mind the hour it took to track down the military man at the saloon. He was with several others in uniform, enjoying an early round of whiskey.
They were celebrati
