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It’s Jack who says we ought to rob the bank up in Kettner, Wyoming, but I know it’s not really him talking because he’s never come up with an idea since he joined us. It’s Evan who told him, which I confirm when I get the boy alone. He says he and his brother had scouted the place. “I told Jack about it,” he says, “and he wants to do the job, just him and me, but I don’t want that.” “How’s Kettner look?” “Ready. Bart said they’d never been hit, so we’d catch ‘em unawares.” “I’d want to see for myself.” “Sure. I could show you and Wade.” His mention of Wade is respect for the outfit and I like that, but I already know I’m not taking Wade. Kettner is a good hundred miles north, which is fine as we keep our robbing far from Greenlee so we stay well hid. It’s a good two-day ride, which gi