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- About the Author
We met in Tulare. He sort of appeared out of nowhere and offered me a job. I was tired and broke and he bought me supper. Then we just sort of struck out together. How did you know it was Hartley?
His style never varies. Middle of the night, dynamite, young men as accomplices.
Hes robbed this bank before? Sean was shocked.
Three times, the sheriff replied dryly.
What a fool hed been to think that Hartley had been honest with him about anything. Hed certainly left him fast enough when the bullets started to fly.
This is a reasonable time to warn you that you probably dont have a chance.
What do you mean?
Only that the owner of the bank is tired of the robberies and believes that if they make an example of you, Hartley will never be back. You see, he waits long enough between robberies to make everyone relax. Just about the time Witt pulls his night guards off duty, or has just one, Hartley hits again.
Sean assumed that Witt was the banker. He also figured out that he had been the man who had not wanted to wait last night. Wait for what? Sean had asked himself. Now he knew they had been speaking of his hanging. Suddenly Sean wished he hadnt eaten any breakfast.
Duncan had been correct in assuming that Sean had resigned himself to spending some time in jail, but Sean had never considered being hanged. His calmness abruptly disappeared, and the faces of his sisters sprang into his mind. What would Kate and Marcail say? Would they ever even know?
Sean stood, his panicked heart hammering the walls of his chest before he looked down at his cuffed wrist. Duncans heart turned over at the look of terror that passed over his prisoners eyes. He then watched in fascination as the young man visibly worked at calming himself. Sean sat back down and swallowed with difficulty, but when he spoke, his voice was even.
I have a sister in Santa Rosa. If I give you her address will you contact her after
Lets not rush things, Duncan told him softly. I just wanted to warn you. If and when I need to contact your family, Ill get the address then.
Sean nodded and realized he had an awful headache. Duncan returned him to the cell, removed the breakfast tray, and left him alone.
A dog barked outside the window, and an old woman was screeching at some kids in the street. Sean heard none of it. He fell asleep trying to praysomething he hadnt done for well over two years.