The doors into the stagecoach opened, and the bounty hunter
threw the scrawny kid into the enclosed space, before latching his handcuffs
onto the chain across the middle of the cramped portable cell.
Once that was done, the horses began to pull, and the kid’s
eyes adjusted to the gloom. The white haired man smiled at him.
“So then, let’s see, we have a card shark, a cattle rustler,
a duellist, and a whore.”
“HEY!”
“And then you… What are you, Kid?”
“Lockpicker” the kid said as he removed his handcuffs.
In retrospect, Benjamin really should have made two trips.
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