Riding on to Kettner, I think on the look-see we need—how the bank is set up, how many doors, clerks, and such. Best time to rob a bank is noon, as it’s less populated then, most off to take a midday meal. Our last job went that way, bank down in Tilson Corners, one lone clerk and easy pickings, but that money’s run out and what Evan paid in won’t last.
We go easy, making good time, and I’m aware of Evan and me paired now, consider he thinks the same. This makes me feel good and I stretch in the saddle, look at the bolt blue sky, which comes down to scrape the flat like a knife. Morning air is cool, horses frisky, like they know something’s ahead. I glance at Evan again, then remind myself to think on the bank.
We arrive in Kettner around noon, leave the horses at the livery, and walk th
