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JACK
I caught up with Benson and his men a week after I left Butte. A week after I left the warmth of the bed I shared with Lily, and the warmth of Lily’s body. It had been the hardest thing I’ve ever done, walking away. I knew that when the papers printed the story about how I’d robbed the train, killed an engineer and fled with a metal box full of US currency, she would hate me. Hell, when I’d heard about it at some saloon in Bozeman, then found a newspaper, I’d been sick. I’d have hated myself, too. I could only imagine what she thought of me.
It had been no problem to keeping the entire job a secret when I had no one to tell. I hadn’t expected to leave the meeting and meet my future wife. I hadn’t expected I’d be married within a day. I’d given my word that I’d keep the arrangemen
