I’d no idea the time when I heard my name spoken. Then came a slap on the back and there was Frank, fresh faced and wide eyed. Just bathed or just f****d? I wondered.
“Where’s Merle?” I asked, finding myself somewhat reeling from the liquor.
“Cards at McDermott’s. He’s still got some money left.”
“How much did you get on that last job?” Although I knew the answer, having been told by Whitlock, I wanted to head the conversation toward robbing.
“Eight thousand, which is two each. Plenty for a man not given to gambling.”
“You mean you save yours?”
He grinned. “In a Denver bank. I allow myself to spend some, but the rest I send there. One day I want to buy a spread, raise horses.”
“Whereabouts?”
“Wyoming, I think. Or maybe California. Someplace green.”
I had to chuckle. “You’re the fi
