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"You'll have to excuse my partner, ma'am. He can be a klutz sometimes."

The lady sat on the bench and arranged her dress, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle. "I'm sure it was my fault. I didn't see him with all these boxes..."

"No ma'am, it was mine." Curry place the neat pile of boxes on the bench next to the gal.

"Jenny Sue, are you all right?" A big burly man, who could have been the blacksmith, came up to them and glared at the two former ex-outlaws. "Are these men botherin' you?"

"No bother... no bother at all!" She fanned her blushing face.

Heyes and Curry took the hint. "We'll be going now, ma'am. Have a nice day." They tipped their heads and were off to the saloon.

Heyes and Curry entered the saloon and took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the dim room after being in the bright noon sun.

The Kid pointed to the far end of the bar with his head. Heyes' eyes followed and seeing Wheat and Kyle, he nodded. They walked behind their former gang members and tapped them on the shoulder.

Wheat went to grab his gun while Kyle turned around.

"Heyes! Kid! Whatcha doin' here?"

"Would you keep it down!" Heyes ordered as he looked around to see if anyone heard him.

The Kid rolled his eyes.

Kyle stared blankly at Heyes for a moment.

"Whatcha doin' here, Heyes?" He asked at a more appropriate level for keeping the conversation private.

"That's somethin' I'd like to know too," Wheat added, relaxing slightly.

Both him and Kyle had been in town to scope out the bank as a possible next job for the gang. Instead of finding the easy target they had been hoping for, they had found the bank to be more secure than the Denver mint with guards posted at the front and back doors after operating hours were over.