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“Yes, of course,” Bell said. “But for now I think I need a drink and some time to rest my weary feet. I'm glad that both of you are still sober enough to talk straight. The last people the bank tried to line up for me were drunkards and racists, so it didn't work out very well.”
“I can imagine,” Dillard said in a deadpan voice.
“What my partner means is,” Jerry said, then faltered for words. “Well, you just might have to get used to Dillard's dry wit. He truly is a man of few words.”
“Well it's good you're here then speak for both of you,” she said. “Because I would like to discuss the finer particulars of what will be going on. I know you are both very well versed in the art of killing people, as I see from your days of cow handing and also what followed up until now. In fact just yesterday I was checking the paper, and you know what? There you both were on the inside cover with warrants up, big numbers, right underneath your pictures.”
“That's why we done killed them,” Dillard said.
Jerry nodded and smiled politely.
“Dillard again tells the truth, mam,” Jerry said. “Those people did meet grisly demises at our hands. But let's not talk about it. It kind of makes me queasy thinking about it.”
“Oh?” Bell said with a cocked eyebrow.
“I mean,” Jerry said, then his voice trailed off. “It's not important. Anyway. You were going to discuss plans and I'm very eager to hear what we will be up to.”
“Well,” Bell said. “We need to head on down to Denver through the night because I have to be at the new bank there for the formal get together and ribbon cutting ceremony.”
“Why in the hell did you take a train to Boulder to meet us, then?” Dillard said.
“Dillard,” Jerry said, a slight edge in his voice.
Jerry turned his head slowly to glare at Dillard, then turned back to speak with Bell.
“Why of course. You see, we have a stagecoach ready and you can ride in the back. It's very comfortable back there. And you have my word you'll be safe enough on the way down there.”
“Safe enough?” Bell asked.
“Well I reckon that the reason that you didn't take the train into Denver where we could have met you without the trek up here to Boulder is that if your name was on some kind of log or passenger manifesto that ended up in the wrong hands you would meet some kind of end that you would rather avoid, ultimately. Am I correct?”
“Yes,” Bell said.
“That's good. Otherwise I'd be wondering why in the hell you didn't just meet us in God damn Denver. But not to worry I understand completely. Now what I meant by safe enough is that since we had no idea what in the hell we would be up against, we figured if you needed anymore than the two of us you would have rounded that king of man power up. But I think that keeps biting you folks in the ass so you don't want anything to do with a large group of armed men. With more men come their mouths and no one knows who is going to get too drunk at the bar and start blabbing things that get people killed.”
Bell shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
“So you've got the two of us,” Jerry said. “The two most hated cowboys in these here parts. The Sheriffs don't like us because we do their jobs for them. The bandits don't like us because we smoke them, then snuff them, out. So hopefully whoever is after you isn't in either of those two categories, or we might really be fucked.”
Bell
“I can imagine,” Dillard said in a deadpan voice.
“What my partner means is,” Jerry said, then faltered for words. “Well, you just might have to get used to Dillard's dry wit. He truly is a man of few words.”
“Well it's good you're here then speak for both of you,” she said. “Because I would like to discuss the finer particulars of what will be going on. I know you are both very well versed in the art of killing people, as I see from your days of cow handing and also what followed up until now. In fact just yesterday I was checking the paper, and you know what? There you both were on the inside cover with warrants up, big numbers, right underneath your pictures.”
“That's why we done killed them,” Dillard said.
Jerry nodded and smiled politely.
“Dillard again tells the truth, mam,” Jerry said. “Those people did meet grisly demises at our hands. But let's not talk about it. It kind of makes me queasy thinking about it.”
“Oh?” Bell said with a cocked eyebrow.
“I mean,” Jerry said, then his voice trailed off. “It's not important. Anyway. You were going to discuss plans and I'm very eager to hear what we will be up to.”
“Well,” Bell said. “We need to head on down to Denver through the night because I have to be at the new bank there for the formal get together and ribbon cutting ceremony.”
“Why in the hell did you take a train to Boulder to meet us, then?” Dillard said.
“Dillard,” Jerry said, a slight edge in his voice.
Jerry turned his head slowly to glare at Dillard, then turned back to speak with Bell.
“Why of course. You see, we have a stagecoach ready and you can ride in the back. It's very comfortable back there. And you have my word you'll be safe enough on the way down there.”
“Safe enough?” Bell asked.
“Well I reckon that the reason that you didn't take the train into Denver where we could have met you without the trek up here to Boulder is that if your name was on some kind of log or passenger manifesto that ended up in the wrong hands you would meet some kind of end that you would rather avoid, ultimately. Am I correct?”
“Yes,” Bell said.
“That's good. Otherwise I'd be wondering why in the hell you didn't just meet us in God damn Denver. But not to worry I understand completely. Now what I meant by safe enough is that since we had no idea what in the hell we would be up against, we figured if you needed anymore than the two of us you would have rounded that king of man power up. But I think that keeps biting you folks in the ass so you don't want anything to do with a large group of armed men. With more men come their mouths and no one knows who is going to get too drunk at the bar and start blabbing things that get people killed.”
Bell shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
“So you've got the two of us,” Jerry said. “The two most hated cowboys in these here parts. The Sheriffs don't like us because we do their jobs for them. The bandits don't like us because we smoke them, then snuff them, out. So hopefully whoever is after you isn't in either of those two categories, or we might really be fucked.”
Bell
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