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- About the Author
The weeks to follow were spent in a dusty haze. Gone were the fancy hotel rooms and room service.
When Sean finally questioned his employer, Hartley responded, Its time to go back to work.
Sean wondered at his own stupidity in thinking the luxury would last forever. They could only live high until the money ran out, and then Hartley was back at his thieving game. He didnt care from whom he stole, just so long as the victim was outside of Tulare. They rode into some towns in the dead of night, and Sean knew if hed been questioned he would not have been able to tell anyone where he had been.
He also realized with sobering clarity that even though he was not a part of the robberies, his presence made him an accessory. There were times when he asked himself why he stayed, especially when he stood waiting in dark alleys and back streets for Hartley to appear. It never took more than a few minutes to remind himself, however, that he had been the one to walk away from Santa Rosa and his family. With that in mind and convincing himself they wanted nothing more to do with him, he knew he had no place else to go. He stayed on.
Weeks passed. Thanksgiving came and went and still they were on the road. Christmas passed, as did Seans nineteenth birthday, with little or no notice. Finally, after an especially profitable night, Hartley stole some supplies, loaded them on Seans horse, sat a comely barmaid hed been taken with onto his own mount and headed them up into the foothills outside of Visalia.
When Sean woke, fully dressed and in an unmade bed, he realized how long and exhausting their midnight ride had been. Once again he had no idea where he was. He emerged from his bedroom to a spacious, if rundown cabin. The view out the dirty windows was glorious, and not bothering to close the door behind him, Sean went outside. Beauty notwithstanding, Sean was already feeling restless, and was glad when Hartley joined him.
Youre up early, the smaller man commented as he rolled and lit a cigarette.
What are we doing here? Sean came directly to the point.
It is necessary, Sean, to lay low for a time. I have a few more jobs to do, but they will take some planning.
I dont care to be stuck up here with nothing to do.
But there is plenty to do. There is money to count, food to eat, beds to sleep in, and of course, there is Anita.
Sean gave him a blank look. No, thank you.