Chapter 7
The night was dark, and there beneath the old tree trunk that lay over the dry river bed you could hear slice after slice of a shovel as it cut down into the hard earth. Dirt flew for what seemed like hours when Johnny finally threw the shovel down.
“It’s gone,” he yelled out as he wilted down on the mound of dirt, his bones weary. “It’s fuckin’ gone! The money’s gone!”
“Are you sure this is the right place?”
“I know it is.”
“Then the sheriff must’ve been telling the truth. Our best bet is to go into town and talk to him. He’ll explain it.”
“Yeah, right after he locks me up.” He looked over at Kit suspiciously. “Maybe someone tipped him off. Somebody…”
Kit’s eyes widened. “I wouldn’t do that, Johnny.”
“Not even for five hundred dollars?”
“Not even for a million,” Kit sai
