Next morning, we ride to Noble’s place, where Hannah gives us breakfast and we tell of the holdup. Wade gives Noble his cut. “Kettner bank was asking for it,” Wade tells our host. “If they got together a posse, we never saw it.”
“They all should be this easy,” I offer, recalling how a man got killed last time out, Gene Clemmer shot off his horse as we escaped Bridgeville with only nine thousand. Hardly worth it.
Later on, I head to the river for a bath because Evan is down there. Wade’s talking with Noble about the next job, so I think maybe I can do the kid.
From the shore, I see nobody right off. Maybe I was mistaken on Evan’s intentions. Still in want of a bath, I strip and wash, in the course of which I note movement downstream on the opposite shore among the trees. I move down to g
