Chapter 3

“After a sleep, I rode on to Greenlee, where I met Jack in the saloon. He was friendly, which helped, that and the whiskey. After I’d got to know him some, I told him my story. That’s when he told me he was part of the Farrow gang and how he thought I’d be welcome. So that’s how I come to be here.”

“That is a sad story,” offers Wade.

I say nothing because I know the comment is meant to close talk of that and open up about Evan sharing his loot. Sure enough, after a minute, Wade does just as I expect.

“You know, Evan, if you have big money on you when you join an outfit, it’s the custom to share it. None of us ever has more than the others. How much did you get from that bank?”

“That’s the worst of it, losing Bart, and getting only four thousand. I’ve still got most of it.”

“The fair thing would be for you to give over three thousand to us and we divide that among us, leaving you with the most. That way, things here remain more equal than not. What do you say?”