CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Cole sat in the bank manager’s office, leg twitching, anxious to set off and find out what was happening. Next to him sat two other men, dressed in black tailcoats and matching trousers, hats on their laps, side arms prominent, almost as prominent as the large badges pinned to their lapels. United States Marshals, both looking grim and mean.
“Problem is, Mr Cole,” the larger and older of the two marshals was saying, “as the money stolen was government responsibility, it falls to the United States Government to retrieve it.”
“By whatever means necessary,” interjected the younger man.
“You don’t know the territory,” said Cole evenly. “How you gonna track any of them?”
“We will employ you, Mr Cole,” said the older one. “We will pay you far in excess of what the Army paid
