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The dark haired man squeezed himself through the steel bars first and, after a quick scan of the darkened room, turned to take the bag from the blond who was now squeezing through the bars.

It was a tight fit, as the blond was the slightly bulkier of the two, and he shook his head, wishing that his partner would remember that. He breathed in and finally made it. He then took the bag back from his partner and made his way over to the safe in the corner of the room, hardly noticing that the other man had settled by the window to keep watch. They had been working together now for so many years that they hardly needed to communicate. Each seemed to know instinctively what the other was doing.

Opening the bag, he gently removed the dynamite and positioned it against the safe for maximum effect. He nodded to his partner before lighting the fuse and both men took cover on the other side of the room. Seconds later the sounds of the explosion rang out into the night. Now they had to move quickly, knowing that the noise would have awakened the town and alerted the sheriff to the bank robbery. Together they worked quickly to fill the bag with the bundles of cash.


Pete Duel as Hannibal Heyes
Ben Murphy as Kid Curry

Guest Stars

Dirk Benedict as Pat Harper

Richard Hatch as Gil Fredericks

Dwight Schultz as Silver

Tom Bosley as Sheriff Baxter

4.5 Something About The Way You Look
by Sally Wheaton

The dark haired man squeezed himself through the steel bars first and, after a quick scan of the darkened room, turned to take the bag from the blond who was now squeezing through the bars.

It was a tight fit, as the blond was the slightly bulkier of the two, and he shook his head, wishing that his partner would remember that. He breathed in and finally made it. He then took the bag back from his partner and made his way over to the safe in the corner of the room, hardly noticing that the other man had settled by the window to keep watch. They had been working together now for so many years that they hardly needed to communicate. Each seemed to know instinctively what the other was doing.

Opening the bag, he gently removed the dynamite and positioned it against the safe for maximum effect. He nodded to his partner before lighting the fuse and both men took cover on the other side of the room. Seconds later the sounds of the explosion rang out into the night. Now they had to move quickly, knowing that the noise would have awakened the town and alerted the sheriff to the bank robbery. Together they worked quickly to fill the bag with the bundles of cash.

Stacking one last bundle into the bag, the blond looked up, a wide smile on his face. Recognising his partner's reaction to a safe full of cash, the dark haired man glanced around, suddenly feeling it was time to leave.

One thing they had learnt over the years, was to trust each other's instincts and so the blond nodded his agreement. He reached into his pocket and took out the three silver coins. He placed their familiar "trademark" in the safe so that the bank would be in no doubt about who had robbed them. Standing up, he pushed what remained of the safe door closed and within moments the two men were back out on the street and mounting their horses for a fast getaway.

The explosion had indeed awakened the town and startled it into a frenzy of activity, with people running up and down the street, seemingly unsure about what had happened or what to do, amid cries of "the bank's been robbed". At the far end of the street, the sheriff was already busy organizing his posse. Amidst the chaos, one of his deputies was commandeering a few of the townsmen to help.

"Sheriff!" a voice called from across the street. Sheriff Mills looked up to see Mr Irwin, the bank manager, walking across towards him. As he approached, he held out his hand to reveal three silver coins. "These were in the safe."

The sheriff nodded. He hurried back inside his office and quickly rifled through the large pile of Wanted posters in his drawer, until he came to the two he was looking for. His eyes came to rest on the familiar names and then, noting the reward money, he smiled to himself. This was going to be quite a catch, for himself and for the town. He quickly read through the descriptions and then stuffed the posters into his pocket and the rest of the pile back into the drawer. Locking up behind him, he made his way back out onto the street and prepared to lead the posse.

It was only moments later that the six-man posse rode out of town in a flurry of enthusiasm, only minutes behind the bank robbers.

"And don't come back empty handed," called Mr Irwin down the street after them as he watched them disappear into the night.

* * * * *

Kid Curry pulled the blanket up closer under his chin. It was cold. Opening one eye, he looked across towards where the fire should have been. No wonder it was so cold, the fire had gone out. Curry rolled over onto his back and stared up at the night sky. Dawn was still a few hours away and reluctant though he was to climb out from under his blanket, he also knew that they needed the fire. With a heavy sigh and bracing himself against the cold, he stood up and waited a few seconds to let his eyes adjust to the darkness.

Quietly, he made his way towards where they had stashed a little extra firewood last night. Still unable to see very well, he reached out and took hold of a small log. As he pulled it away though, it dislodged another log and with a loud clatter the knife that had somehow been left on top of it came crashing to the ground. It managed to land on a stone and the sharp sound seemed to echo in the night, loud enough to wake anyone within a mile.

"If that's quiet, I sure would hate to hear you being noisy Kid" came the voice from the other side of the fire.

Curry smiled. "It woke you huh?"

"I'm a light sleeper."

"Well you've only got yourself to blame for being awake. I believe it was you who left it there?" The smile and teasing in Curry's words was evident even in the darkness.

Heyes pursed his lips, thinking back to the previous evening and glad that the darkness meant that Curry couldn't see him. Reluctantly he had to admit to himself that he had been the one who had left it there. Well, he smiled to himself, he wasn't going to admit it to his partner that easily.

"Who said I was awake?" he asked cheerfully.

"I know you're awake Heyes, I'm talking to you."

"Kid, I thought you would have known by now, I sleep talk."

"You what?"

"Sleep talk. Talk in my sleep. Hold entire conversations sometimes. Like now."

Heyes paused slightly for effect before adding "Night Kid." And with that, he lay back down and pulled his blanket around him, apparently fast asleep.

Curry just stared at him, at a complete loss for words. He shook his head and tried to figure out how, once again, he'd held the winning hand and somehow lost the pot. After all, he knew it was Heyes who had left the knife on top of the firewood. Still somewhat confused, he crouched down and was soon busily rebuilding the fire.

It was only a small sound, a slight rustling in the trees, but it caught Curry's attention immediately. Springing to his feet, he kicked Heyes' foot and made a dive for his gun all in one movement. Unfortunately the gun was still on the ground next to his blanket and a few feet behind him. He almost had it in his hand when the words cut through the silence.

"Drop it!"

Curry froze where he was and slowly turned towards the voice. There were three of them, each with a gun, two trained on him, one on Heyes.

* * * * *

The familiar sound of the cell doors swinging closed behind them cut through Curry. He flopped down onto the bunk. Behind him he could hear Sheriff Mills, busily issuing orders to his deputy.

"Go find Mr Irwin. Tell him we have the men who robbed his bank earlier."

Heyes looked at Curry. "Robbed his bank?" he mouthed silently to him.

"Oh no, not again" sighed Curry, placing his head in his hands.

Heyes grabbed hold of the cell bars and addressed the sheriff, who was still sitting at his desk. "Sheriff, I think there's been some mistake" he began. "My friend and I were just …"

"No mistake" said the sheriff gruffly, interrupting him and clearly not prepared to be swayed on the matter. Curry lifted his head and watched as he grabbed two Wanted posters and shook them at Heyes as he approached the cell. "The bank was robbed tonight and you know as well as I do that I know it was you two that did it." He paused for effect, looking at Heyes meaningfully. "The posse followed you right out of town and I suppose you thought we'd lost your trail, but we hadn't."

"Now sheriff, think about that. If we were these two rotten outlaws who had robbed your bank, which of course we aren't," Heyes smiled brightly at him "then do you really think we would be sleeping on the trail so close to town? Wouldn't we have hightailed it as far away from town as we could?"

Heyes detected a brief moment of doubt on the sheriff's face before he shook his head firmly. "Look at these descriptions" he sneered at Heyes. "Five feet 10 inches. 165 pounds. Brown hair. Brown eyes, Even features. Medium build. That's you alright." He emphasized this by jabbing his finger firmly into Heyes' shoulder.

Heyes frowned slightly and then stared in surprise at the Wanted posters the sheriff was holding up against the cell bars. Quickly he read through both of them, then smiled at the sheriff.

"Sheriff, you're mistaken I'm afraid. That's not me or my friend here."

"Yes well, we'll see about that soon enough. They're sending someone to identify you two, they should be arriving in..." he pulled his pocketwatch from his vest pocket and peered at it "…about three hours. Then we'll know." He smiled smugly at Heyes and returned to his desk.

"Who are they sending sheriff?" Heyes called after him.

"Sheriff Baxter from over at Gold Hill of course. Who else would they send for you two?" He shook his head in amusement.

Back in the jail cell, Heyes turned back towards Curry and sat down on the bunk opposite him.

"Sheriff Baxter?" asked Curry "Who is he?"

"He's the sheriff over at Gold Hill" smiled Heyes.

Curry closed his eyes briefly but resisted the urge to retaliate, instead asking "Do we know him?"

"No, I don't believe we do."

"Well then, does he know us?" asked Curry cautiously, more than a little confused.

"No, I don't believe he does."

Curry looked at his partner and decided he was looking way too self-satisfied. He sighed heavily and eyed Heyes seriously.

"Heyes" he whispered. "What is going on?"

Heyes took a quick glance towards the sheriff and was satisfied that he was too engrossed in his papers to hear them.

"You remember the wording on my Wanted poster Kid?"

Curry nodded, the wording was etched permanently in his brain. "Five feet 11 inches. Weight 160 lbs. Dark brown hair, brown eyes and even features. Medium build." he quoted.

"Exactly" nodded Heyes, as if that explained everything.

Curry frowned at him, becoming a little impatient.

"Well you heard the sheriff" replied Heyes in innocence. "Five feet 10 inches. 165 pounds. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Even features. Medium build."

A smile spread across Curry's face as it dawned on him.

"It may sound like me" Heyes smiled back "But it aint me!"

Curry pointed at himself and then at Heyes "He doesn't know we're...?"

"Uh-huh" Heyes shook his head.

"He thinks we're someone else?"

"Uh-huh" accompanied this time by a nod.


"He thinks we're Pat Harper and Gil Fredericks."

Curry smiled again, shaking his head in disbelief.

"And the other description - blond hair and blue eyes?"

"Yep. The posters also say one of 'em's a crack gunman and the other's renowned for getting into safes."

"Well what do you know? Another blond haired, blue eyed gunman."

Heyes' face turned serious.

"Actually Kid, I'm the gunman."

Curry looked taken aback.

"You're the gunman?"

Heyes nodded cautiously.

"Expert gunman, you say?" Curry continued dubiously.

Heyes nodded again, frowning a little, but then suddenly brightened.

"But Kid, you're the one who opens the safes."

Curry gave him a look which quite clearly told him that he wasn't too impressed by that.

There was a short silence and then Curry looked back up at him. "Heyes, does this mean we didn't rob the bank tonight?"

"It most likely means that Harper and Fredericks did rob the bank. When the posse came after them they came across us and as we fitted the descriptions, they arrested us."

"What's going to happen when this Sheriff Baxter gets here?"

"I guess he'll say we're not Harper and Fredericks and they'll let us go."

There was another pause.

"Unless" Curry added, looking directly at Heyes "he knows who we really are."

* * * * *

It was still the early hours of the morning, when a rather disheveled, dark-haired man walked into the sheriff's office, flanked by two other men.

"Sheriff Mills?" he asked.

When the sheriff nodded, the man continued.

"I'm Sheriff Baxter from Gold Hill and these are my two deputies. I've come to identify Pat Harper and Gil Fredericks. Assuming it is them, I have the papers here for them to be released into my custody so that I can escort them back to Denver for trial."

Heyes watched the exchange between the two sheriffs carefully as Sheriff Mills took the papers and examined them closely. Heyes' eyes squinted a little as he watched Sheriff Baxter. Usually he was a good judge of character, a trait which had stood him in good stead over the years, but he had to admit that he would never have marked this man down as a sheriff. He was younger than he'd expected for one thing and he seemed to have an inherent air of dishonesty about him.

It seemed that Sheriff Mills was quite satisfied with his papers though, nodding and grunting his agreement, and Heyes shrugged to himself. He hadn't seen much of the man after all. In any case, they didn't have anything to worry about today he reminded himself. As soon as this Sheriff Baxter got a good clear look at them, he'd know straight away that they weren't Harper and Fredericks and he and the Kid could be on their way again.

As the two men approached the jail cell, Heyes stood up to find Sheriff Baxter looking him straight in the eye. Before Heyes could say a word, Sheriff Baxter nodded and then turned to Sheriff Mills.

"That's them sheriff. That one is Pat Harper and that one is Gil Fredericks. No doubt about it." He stated matter of factly and without any hesitation.

Heyes glanced towards Curry.

"Unless." repeated Curry, shaking his head in resignation.

* * * * *

It didn't take long for everything to be organized and later that morning, Heyes and Curry were taken from the jail and once they were on their horses, their hands were tied securely behind their backs. As the party started along the main street, a small crowd began to gather, whooping and hollering at the prisoners.

"Lookee at them."

"They're taking the prisoners."

"They've got them, they're the men that robbed the bank."

Under cover of the sounds of the crowd, Curry whispered urgently "He must have recognized us Heyes. Why else would he have said we were them? He knows who we are."

Heyes tugged once again at the bindings which tied his hands behind his back, somehow knowing all the time that it was pointless. The sheriff had done a very good job and it didn't look a likely means of escape, nevertheless he had to try.

"I've been trying to figure that out too Kid." He whispered back.

"You come up with any other possible reasons?"


"You think he's gonna divert to the next town and turn us in, claim the reward?"

"I thought about that too." Heyes paused and then shook his head in confusion. "But Kid, he's a lawman. He showed Sheriff Mills his papers. He didn't seem to have any doubts about who he was."

"It wouldn't be the first corrupt lawman we've come across Heyes."

"That's true." Heyes conceded.

"And $20,000 is a lot of reward, even for a sheriff. Especially for a sheriff."

Heyes nodded again.

Curry watched him for a few moments. He seemed a little distracted, the way he often did when he was busy turning a plan over in his mind. "That's not what you think is going to happen though is it Heyes?" It was more of a statement than a question.

Heyes looked over towards their captor. "Something isn't quite right Kid."

Curry looked towards Heyes again, raising his eyebrows questioningly, but Heyes just shrugged.

"Well, you're halfway there at least." Grinned Curry. "All you have to do now is figure out what."

* * * * *

In the early afternoon, as the trail wound its way down a sharp hill, they could see a fork in the road ahead. A small wooden signpost pointing to the left indicated that the town of Greenwood was only three miles away.

Heyes and Curry looked at each other, realizing this meant that if they were to escape before town, they didn't have too long left. An escape on the trail was usually easier than escaping from jail, but so far there'd been no opportunities at all. The bindings were tight and their captor seemed to be an experienced man who hadn't made a single error.

As the man at the front reached the fork though, he took not the road into town, but the trail to the right. Heyes and Curry glanced at each other, surprised.

Maybe, thought Heyes, there was some reason why Sheriff Baxter couldn't take them into the town of Greenwood. If this man was a corrupt sheriff, then he couldn't take them into just any town. It would have to be a town where he wasn't known. Like Curry, he had at first assumed that Sheriff Baxter had recognized them not as Harper and Fredericks, but as Heyes and Curry and had "identified" them so that he could take them and turn them in for the reward in another town. But the more he turned the problem over and over in his mind, the more convinced he became that there was more to this than at first seemed. If this man really was Sheriff Baxter from Gold Hill, then how would he account for losing Harper and Fredericks?

Heyes sighed. He was missing something somewhere and so he set to going over everything he knew one more time. At least the trail gave him the opportunity to think.

Maybe he wasn't a sheriff? Maybe he was a bounty hunter who had been trailing them? That would explain the lack of mistakes, the way he really seemed to know what he was doing.

Heyes shook his head. Then why hadn't he just taken them into Greenwood? As a bounty hunter, it wouldn't matter which town he took his prisoners to.

Maybe he really was Sheriff Baxter, but he'd made a genuine mistake and honestly thought they were Harper and Fredericks? Somehow it seemed unlikely Heyes decided.

As he gazed idly ahead of him, they started up a small incline with Sheriff Baxter leading the way. For the first time Heyes looked at him hard and as he did so, another face came into his mind, the face of a young, blond haired man standing at the back of the crowd as they left town, smiling in self satisfaction and nodding as they passed him.

Heyes shook his head and looked up towards the sky. The sun was getting to him, that must be it. What reason could Harper and Fredericks themselves possibly have for breaking them out of jail when they'd been arrested in their place, leaving them scott free after the robbery?

Well, he decided, if that's as good as you can come up with, then you've done more than enough thinking for today. Turning slightly in his saddle, Heyes looked around him for the Kid.

* * * * *

The day had progressed without incident, with Heyes and Curry becoming more and more uncertain about the identity of their captor. Eventually they came to a clearing where it seemed that several of the sheriff's deputies were waiting for them, having set up what looked like a fairly well established camp.

Heyes and Curry were now sitting a short distance from the fire, their hands still tied behind their backs. Looking up towards Curry, Heyes gave him a nudge with his foot as he spotted Sheriff Baxter walking towards them, flanked by both of his deputies. As they approached, the three men drew their guns.

"Alright, it's time for some answers now" growled the sheriff. "Where are they?"

Heyes and Curry were more than a little taken aback by the question. Curry glanced at Heyes, who smiled openly at the sheriff.

"Where are they?" Heyes repeated, clearly confused.

"That's right. Where are they? And don't be messing around now and claiming you don't know who I'm talking about, because I know you do and in case you haven't noticed, there are three guns pointed right at you. So, where are they?"

Heyes frowned slightly, and in an attempt to buy himself more time, smiled amiably once more.

"Now sheriff, there's no need…" he began.

"And drop the sheriff bit" Baxter spat out, taking a step even closer to Heyes, his gun raised.

Curry glanced at Heyes. Heyes, you'd better figure this out quickly because I have no idea what he's talking about.

Heyes looked directly into the face of the man standing in front of him. Heyes guessed he was a little older than him and a little taller. He was a stern looking man with a somewhat weather beaten face, a face that had seen most everything the West could throw at a man. His expression was angry, yet something in his eyes showed that he meant what he was saying, almost, thought Heyes, as if he genuinely cared about the answer. As he looked at this man, the face of Wheat Carlson came into his mind and a faint smile crossed Heyes' lips.

Inwardly Curry breathed a sigh of relief. He'd seen the expression on his partner's face, had seen it countless time before even though it was hardly perceptible to anyone else. But Kid Curry knew what it meant alright.

Heyes' expression became serious. "OK Baxter, or whatever your name is. We're not in the habit of trading information with a gun pointed in our faces. So you just put those guns away and let's talk."

Curry's eyes darted back to Heyes. OK Heyes, I hope that we I just heard meant you, because I'm not sure I have any information to trade

"You don't appear to be in no position to dictate terms at the moment."

Heyes smiled. "On the contrary, I'm the one with the information. I'd say that's a strong hand, wouldn't you?"

"I hold the gun. Puts the odds back in my favour I'd say."

"Hmm. Well that depends on the size of the pot don't you think?"

"Baxter" laughed out loud. He waved his gun in Curry's direction, but continued to look at Heyes.

"When I first saw you, I thought how your partner here looked like him, but you," he paused and shook his head. "You sound like him."

"Well then you know there's no point arguing." Heyes raised his eyebrows to emphasise his point. "Might as well just put away the gun and let me tell you what you want to hear."

Heyes' choice of words was not lost on Curry. Heyes would indeed tell him what he wanted to hear - it may not necessarily be the truth of course, Curry smiled to himself, but it would be what he wanted to hear.

Baxter hesitated.

Heyes looked right at him, calculated the odds and went for broke.

"Of course, there's another way this hand could play out" he said, looking now at Curry. "It appears there's a third player at this table, whose hand we may not even have considered."

Don't overplay this Heyes thought Curry grimly. My hands are tied behind my back and I don't appear to have a gun.

"I don't have to tell you what a man like Pat Harper needs in a partner."

Baxter looked towards Curry.

"Do I?" asked Heyes slowly, then paused before continuing. "And if it plays out that way, you may not win the pot."

Baxter looked back towards Heyes, a flash of uncertainty on his face.

"He …?"

Heyes nodded firmly.

"He shoots like Fredericks right?"

Heyes shook his head dismissively. "Nooo."

Curry frowned at him.

Heyes' eyes bored into Baxter.

"Better." he said. "Much better."

Baxter looked from one to the other and back again, and then holstered his gun, indicating the two men beside him to do the same.

"You're not getting untied and you don't get no guns" said Baxter, looking worriedly at Curry.

"Fair enough" nodded Heyes. He'd hoped for more but for now he'd have to work with what he had.

"Now why don't we start with your name?" asked Heyes.

The man smiled slightly, seeming a little more relaxed now that he believed he was going to get the information he wanted.

"They call me Silver."

Curry watched as Heyes took total control of the situation. Curry wasn't the genius that Heyes was, but nevertheless he was no slow-coach either and during the conversation between Heyes and Silver, he'd worked out that these men were Harper and Fredericks' gang and that the "they" they'd asked about earlier, were in fact Harper and Fredericks themselves. Obviously he and Heyes bore some resemblance to Harper and Fredericks. Judging by Silver's reaction to them, not only a physical resemblance either. Curry noted how Silver was reacting to Heyes now as if Heyes were in fact Pat Harper. He smiled inwardly, somehow he doubted that Pat Harper could match Hannibal Heyes.

"Well Silver, first let me tell you that this isn't quite how it seems." Heyes began.

"Whaddaya mean, not how it seems?" he asked quickly, a little agitated.

Heyes shook his head in a calming gesture. He needed information from this Silver; he had to find a way to persuade him to tell him what was going on.

"You seem like an intelligent man - I'm interested in your logic, how you came to your conclusions?"

The flattery worked, and Silver started talking. "Harper and Fredericks went into town to case the bank. The robbery was supposed to be tonight. We were supposed to wait outside of town, just in case anything went wrong."

Heyes nodded. "Good plan. Always good to have a backup."

Silver seemed pleased with his approval and continued. "Old Joe here" he indicated the man to his right "was in town when the bank was robbed - ya couldn't hardly miss that now could ya?"

"No you couldn't" agreed Heyes.

"Anyway, he came out to get us pretty quickly. We were on the way into town when we came across that old Sheriff Baxter on the trail."

"So it was your idea to pose as the sheriff?"

Silver hesitated and looked at the others nervously before continuing. "Course, when I got to the jail, I found you two instead. Didn't take me long to put together what had happened then."

"You figured we were involved?" Heyes was still fishing for more details.

"Involved!" Silver was indignant. "I knew'd straightway that you two had done something with Harper and Fredericks and then robbed the bank and left them to take the blame."

Heyes nodded thoughtfully. "Course, that's the bit that's not right you see. We didn't rob the bank."

There was a long pause before Silver replied, and when he did, he didn't sound as convinced as he had been. "You're lying."

Heyes shook his head but said nothing, just looked at Silver, as if he was seeing right through him.

Silver frowned.

"There's something that puzzles you." Heyes stated rather than asked.

Silver looked at him. "Don't know what you're talking about."

Heyes didn't reply, just continued to look at him expectantly.

Finally Silver spoke. "How did you know about the coins?"

The coins? Heyes had no idea what he was talking about. He would need to think quickly. "What about the coins?"

"You left them right? In the safe?"

"No." At Silver's puzzled look, Heyes continued "There's a simple explanation Silver. We didn't rob the bank."

Another long pause followed, before Silver threw back "Like I said, you're lyin'."

Silver stood still and quiet for a few moments. Heyes watched him carefully and decided that the man wasn't at all certain what to believe.

It was Curry who spoke next. "Silver? What happened to the sheriff?"

Silver's face shot up, angry now.

"Don't you go bothering about that sheriff" he growled. "It's none of your business."

Suddenly he grabbed hold of Heyes' arm and pulled him roughly round to face him.

"Where are Harper and Fredericks? You never said where…?"

"Easy Silver, one thing at a time. Tell us what happened to the sheriff first, before it's too late." interrupted Curry quickly.

Heyes looked towards Curry and gave him an enormous grin, realizing why he had interrupted the question. Heyes shook his head a little and smiled to himself.

Kid, you've got to have more faith.

At first Silver seemed to have been distracted by Curry's response, but then abruptly he brought himself back to his own question.

"Hold it!" he demanded, his voice holding more than a touch of menace this time. "Where are Harper and Fredericks?" He stepped closer to Heyes. "First thing in the morning, you are going to take me straight to Harper and Fredericks."

Curry opened his mouth to answer, but Heyes' quick glance silenced him.

"OK," agreed Heyes.

Glancing once more at Curry, Heyes couldn't help but smile slightly at the glare he gave him.

The answer seemed to satisfy Silver, there wasn't much that could be done tonight after all. He stood up to walk away, letting go of Heyes and pushing him back to the ground as he did so. The three men then returned to their positions close in by the fire.

"Heyes" whispered Curry urgently "how are we going to take them to Harper and Fredericks? We don't know where they are."

"Kid, you heard what they said about Pat Harper. Now who does he remind you of?"

"You of course," replied Curry. "But I don't see how that helps?"

"Kid, Silver said himself, I sound like Harper. The man obviously thinks like me, so all I have to do is figure out where I would go and that will be where Harper went."

"That's it?" asked Curry astonished.

"Yep" grinned Heyes. "That's it."

"OK Heyes. Where would you go?" Curry sounded extremely doubtful.

"Kid, where is the last place that you would want to be after robbing the town's bank?"

"In the town" answered Curry without hesitation.


Curry just looked at him, his patience clearly stretched.

"Exactly Kid. The last place you would want to be, would be in the town. You know that. I know that. The law knows that. It's also the last place the law would look for you."

A slow smile spread across Curry's face.

"Heyes! You're a genius."

Heyes looked pleased with himself, until Curry's grin slowly faded into a frown.

"Heyes? You think Pat Harper is that clever?"

Heyes' smile faded for a brief moment and then returned as bright as ever.

"Of course Kid. He thinks just like me."

* * * * *

There wasn't much for Heyes and Curry to do the next day but wait. Heyes had confidently told Silver the next morning that he'd find Harper and Fredericks in the town and so Silver had set off with several other members of the gang to look for them. Old Joe and three others had been left to guard Heyes and Curry and Silver had made it very clear that he wouldn't be at all happy if they were lying to him.

With Old Joe standing constant guard over them, they hadn't had any chance to talk in private either and so their communication had been limited.

Heyes had remained confident for most of the day, convinced of two things. Firstly that Pat Harper would think in the same way as he would himself and would have remained in town, especially knowing that two men had been arrested for the crime. Secondly, he was certain now that the blond haired man he'd seen watching them as they left town, was indeed Pat Harper.

Curry on the other hand was confident of only one thing - his partner's ability to read people and situations.

As the day wore on, however, and there was still no sign of the men who had gone to town, it became more and more difficult for either of them to remain certain that Silver had found Harper and Fredericks in town. As the evening drew in, they had to face the possibility that Heyes had been wrong.

Old Joe and the other men were also becoming increasingly nervous and as they sat around the camp fire after dark, hardly a word was uttered.

Knowing that there was nothing more they could do for the time being, and being aware that they may need to be fully alert later, Heyes and Curry turned in early.

* * * * *

Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry, the two most successful outlaws in the history of the west. And in all the trains and banks they robbed, they never shot anyone.
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Re: 4.5 Something About The Way You Look by Sally Wheaton
Post on Sat 30 May 2015, 2:44 pm by royannahuggins

Curry's eyes flew open and he lay still, trying to identify what had woken him.

"I've told you before, you're a fool" came the angry voice from the other side of the camp.

Curry moved just enough to reach out and nudge Heyes in the shoulder. As Heyes' eyes opened, Curry put his palm flat on Heyes' shoulder to indicate to him to be still and quiet. Heyes looked across at Curry in the darkness, trying to adjust his eyes as quickly as possible so that he could see his partner and figure out what was happening. Curry shook his head slightly and put his finger to lips, telling Heyes there was no immediate threat but to remain quiet. He peered out towards the fire and in the darkness could just make out the shapes of a small group of men.

"What was I supposed to think?" Curry recognized Silver's voice.

"You weren't supposed to go breaking some nobody's out of jail" the other voice sounded even angrier. "Do you realize how useful that was to us?"

"You weren't here. It wasn't going to plan. I thought they'd done something with you and Gil."

"Done something with us?" came the sarcastic reply. "Done something with us and then robbed the bank and got themselves arrested as us? Why would they do that?"

"Pat's right Silver, you weren't thinking straight" came a third, calmer voice. "Most likely no harm done though, we'll just let them go in the morning."

Heyes and Curry looked at each other. Presumably they were talking about the two of them - were they about to set them free?

After a short pause, the angry voice returned, although this time it was colder, more threatening.

"I'm more interested in what happened to Sheriff Baxter?"

Another pause, followed again by the angry voice, this time more loudly.


There was what sounded like a small scuffle and then the third, reasonable voice again.

"Silver, it's no good. You might as well tell us. Now come on, just sit down here and tell Pat and me exactly how it all happened."

There was silence for a moment and then the first voice roared "Silver!"

What sounded like another scuffle followed and then the voices seemed to move away until Heyes and Curry could no longer make out what was being said.

"Harper and Fredericks?" whispered Curry.

"Sounds like"

"Did they say they were going to let us go in the morning?"

"That's what I heard."

"That's what I thought I heard too Heyes, only it never seems to work out that way."

* * * * *

In the end, it had worked out that way though. The following morning Old Joe had marched over and untied their feet and hands which had been bound for the night. As another of the men brought their horses over, Old Joe had kept his gun trained on them as they mounted. He then tied their hands once again before mounting up himself.

The three of them set off, Old Joe saying nothing, but keeping his gun in hand the whole time. An hour or so later, he pulled up alongside them and holstered his gun. He reached into his saddlebag and took out their guns, throwing them onto the ground a good distance away. Still saying nothing, he turned and started back down the road in the direction they'd come.

"Joe?" Heyes called after him, puzzled.

"You're free to go" came the disgruntled reply as he continued to race away from them.

Heyes and Curry looked at each other, stunned, and quickly decided they weren't going to hang around for him to change his mind. They maneuvered into position so that they could untie the bindings around each other's wrists and only moments later, they had retrieved their guns from the ground and were back on their horses and heading towards town, not quite able to believe their good luck.

"I'm not complaining or anything you understand, but Heyes, I still can't believe they just let us go like that."

Heyes grinned at him. "Me either Kid."

"Let's get out of here fast" Curry grinned back. "To town? I need a drink."

Heyes nodded and spurred his horse into a gallop, Curry following close behind him.

"I'm still not quite sure I know what happened back there." Curry pondered as they approached the edge of town some while later.

"Well," began Heyes "seems to me that Silver did find Harper and Fredericks in town and they returned to the camp last night and were surprised to find us there - presumably they were quite happy that we'd been arrested in their place."

"It sure kept the posse off their tails." Curry grinned back.

"Exactly. In the meantime old Silver had heard they'd been arrested, gone into town to break them out and found us. I guess he was pretty shocked, though you wouldn't have known it at the time."

"Why'd he think we had anything to do with it?"

"I dunno Kid. Flawed thinking probably. He's not the brightest and I think he just assumed that we must have been the ones who did the robbery if we were the ones who'd been arrested for it."

"So he assumed we'd taken Harper and Fredericks prisoner and then carried out a robbery in their name?"

Heyes laughed out loud. "When you put it like that Kid!"

"Heyes, that's worse than my logic." Laughed Curry.

"I think he just panicked when Harper and Fredericks weren't there and wasn't sure what to do. We were his only lead to Harper and Fredericks - not to mention the loot of course - so he just carried on with his plan of breaking us out."

"Well, I'm glad he did."

"You're glad now.," added Heyes.

Curry laughed again. "You're right Heyes, I'm not sure being held prisoner by Silver was any better than being in jail."

"When Harper and Fredericks returned last night, it became clear that his assumptions were wrong and there was no need for them to keep us."

"Poor Silver." Curry shook his head. "They sure were angry with him last night." He added at Heyes' questioning look.

Hammondville was a busy, bustling town, the kind of place it was easy to get lost in Heyes thought to himself as they made their way down the main street. To their right, they passed the sheriff's office and noting the name of Sheriff Osbourne, they grinned at each other - they'd never heard of him.

"So Heyes - the saloon or the hotel?" asked Curry.

"Saloon" replied Heyes. "First thing I need is a drink."

* * * * *

Curry closed his eyes and sighed. He'd been on his way to an early breakfast, leaving Heyes still asleep upstairs when he'd come across the newspaper in the hotel lobby. Turning, he dashed back up the stairs, taking them two at a time and then flew into their room. Just as he expected, Heyes was still curled up under the blankets. In one swift movement he pulled the blanket off him, just as his partner sat bolt upright in bed and looked at him in shock.

"Kid?" he asked "What are you doing?"

Curry didn't answer, but thrust the newspaper right into Heyes' face.

Heyes pushed it back a little, trying to focus his eyes. "Sheriff Baxter Missing" he read out loud and then looked at Curry in confusion. "That's news?" he asked.

"Read the rest," instructed Curry, still breathing hard from his run up the stairs.

"Sheriff Baxter of Gold Hill has been missing for three days. He left Gold Hill Tuesday for Emery where he identified the two infamous outlaws Pat Harper and Gil Fredericks. That same day he left with the prisoners to escort them to Denver for trial. Nothing has been heard of him since Tuesday and the expected contact has not been made. Fears are rising that the two outlaws have escaped and left him..." Heyes' eyes widened "for dead. Harper and Fredericks are now wanted for suspected murder."

"How far is Gold Hill from here?" asked Curry

"A day's ride or so."

Curry nodded. "Practically neighbours. Then this town'll know Sheriff Baxter and they'll likely be real mad at them for what they did to Sheriff Baxter."

Heyes nodded, his expression serious.



"You ever wish you didn't look like you do?"

Heyes stood up quickly, shaking his head and starting to pace the room. "Now hold on here a moment Kid." He said reasonably. "We don't know that they killed him. Maybe they're just holding him as a prisoner somewhere? We don't know."

"Heyes," Curry's voice was low. "You remember the argument we overheard at the camp? You remember how Silver didn't want to tell what had happened to the Sheriff? You remember there was a scuffle before he'd even tell?"

Heyes rolled his eyes. He was starting to seriously not like this. "But even if Sheriff Baxter is dead, they killed him, not us."

"Heyes, you care to walk into that sheriff's office, looking like you do, and explain that to him?"

Heyes threw the newspaper onto the bed in frustration. He knew the Kid was right. People had seen them in town. They couldn't run the risk that someone else would identify them as Harper and Fredericks and land them in jail. They might eventually be able to prove they weren't them, but how long before someone worked out their true identities and they were on their way, not to Denver, but to Wyoming for trial?

A commotion in the streets below them caught their attention and they both turned to the window. People were running across the street amidst an assortment of shouts and cries, but above them one voice rang out loud and clear.

"The bank's been robbed! The bank's been robbed!"

"And I wonder by who?" Heyes muttered, leaning further out of the window, straining to hear the words below him.

Men were clamouring around the sheriff as he walked down the street, pushing and shoving each other to get his attention, jostling for position, tugging on his sleeves, his vest, slapping him on the back, the shoulders, hollering, yelling.

"Sheriff, read those descriptions again" cried one.

"I've seen those men!" called another.

"Me too! Me too!"

"They were in the saloon last night, calling themselves something like, er, Smith and Jones or something - I shoulda known at the time it was suspicious." Came the familiar voice of the bartender.

"Sheriff …." Called another, quieter voice from slightly behind the crowd.

"I saw them too" the crowd of voices continued.

"In the saloon! Last night!"

"Sheriff …." Came the voice from behind again, this time a little breathless, as if someone was struggling to catch up with the sheriff.

"That was them alright." the voices agreed.

"Fits those descriptions."

"I saw them too!"

"What are you gonna do about it Sheriff?"

"Sheriff!" came the breathless voice once again, louder and more insistent this time.

Finally the sheriff stopped and turned towards the voice. The men behind him came to an abrupt standstill, bumping into each other, some nearly tripping. They too turned towards the voice until everyone stood looking at the small, rather nervous looking old man in front of them.

The sheriff pushed his way to the front of the crowd. "What is it Harry?"

"Sheriff … they're in the hotel. Right now. They're in the hotel."

Heyes and Curry dived back into the room out of sight of the crowd, grabbed what gear was within reach and ran like fury down the corridor to the back steps. With guns drawn, they rushed down the steps and out onto the small street at the back of the hotel. They could still hear the crowd at the front of the hotel and knew that even now they were making their way inside. Keeping a look out as they ran, they managed to make their way around to the back of the livery.

In practised synchronicity, they positioned themselves one each side of the small back door, before Curry kicked open the door and trained his gun inside. He looked around carefully, but there was no-one there. He signaled to Heyes and in seconds they were standing by their horses, urgently saddling up as quickly as they could.

They were standing back to back, between the animals, just about to mount when they heard the click of a gun being cocked.

"Didn't think it would be long before you showed up." Came Harper's voice out of the darkness. "Throw your guns on the floor."

They did as they were bid and with their hands in the air, turned to face Harper and Fredericks.

"Now, I'm sorry to tell you boys you won't be leaving town right now. We have a bit of a problem you see, and well, we need your help," continued Harper.

"Help?" asked Heyes, his voice cold and hard.

"Well yeah, you could call it that." Harper's voice was smooth and easy and the man gave them a charming smile. "I don't know whether you've noticed, but you two kind of resemble us?" He waited for some acknowledgement from Heyes or Curry, but getting none, he continued anyway. "You see, we robbed the bank in this town last night. Well, we figured being as you two boys were here in town we might as well take advantage of that and then let you take the blame." He said nonchalantly.

"You set us up from the start." It was a statement not a question from Curry.

"Of course." Harper seemed surprised that they would be surprised.

"Only for robbing the bank though. We didn't intend anything else. But …" he paused, giving them another smile.

"But it seems we have also killed the sheriff of another town - or at least one of our gang did and, you know how it is boys, you have to look after your gang. So we were thinking that we would like you two to take the blame for us. You know, go to jail for us, maybe get hanged for us if it comes to that."

"You ain't thinking straight Harper. It isn't going to work." objected Heyes.

"Why not?" suddenly Harper's voice was icy.

"Someone somewhere will know we're not Harper and Fredericks."

"Someone somewhere? But what is the point of that? This town is so darned angry right now they're gonna hang you within days. There aint gonna be no time for someone somewhere to know you're not us."

Harper and Fredericks laughed out loud. "Now boys, we need to make you stay in town, so we're going to have to take all of your cash I'm afraid"

As Harper spoke, Fredericks stepped forward out of the darkness. "Hand everything over and don't make no trouble." Harper ordered.

Heyes and Curry shrugged at each other as Fredericks took their cash and picked up their guns. They really had no other choice. Fredericks put the cash into his own pockets and then picking up the reins of their horses, he mounted his own.

"In case you're wondering" explained Harper, mounting his own horse "we're going to take your horses and gear too." He turned in his saddle to look back at them. "I don't see how you're gonna get out of town with no cash and no horses or gear. So long boys. Oh and, good luck!"

In a rush they were gone, out of the livery and down the road out of town, leaving Heyes and Curry standing there, staring after them.

At first they'd both slumped down in a dark corner of the barn, but very quickly the noises from the street outside had reminded them that they needed to keep a lookout and so they'd taken it in turns to stand watch, peering through the cracks in the side of the livery.

Evidently, the search for them in the town had not gone on too long, the sheriff eventually concluding that Harper and Fredericks had not stayed the night in the hotel, but had made a run for it. It didn't seem as if they'd been seen entering the livery either, at least no-one appeared to have followed them there.

Neither man had spoken for a while - what was there to say after all? Curry looked up at Heyes, whose attention seemed riveted on the crowded street outside.

"So, Heyes?"

"Hmm?" came the distracted reply.

"Heyes, what are we going to do?" Curry tried once again.

"Kid, there's a way out of this."

"There is?" Curry brightened considerably and sat up straighter.

"Kid, there's always a way out." Heyes' attention was still on the street outside.

"And what is it?" Curry's voice was full of optimism now.

"Oh, I don't know what it is yet, but there has to be a way. There always is."

Curry slumped back dejectedly, not as convinced as his partner, and went back to watching Heyes watch the street.

The street was still busy, with people milling around in all directions. Just down the street was the general store and an older couple pulled up in a wagon and went inside. As Heyes watched, a dark-haired, rather disheveled man peered around the corner of the alley opposite the livery. He looked around him, almost nervously thought Heyes, and then suddenly darted out from the alley, jumped up onto the couple's wagon and drove it off.

A few yards down the street, the man stopped at the alley, jumped off the wagon and disappeared into the alley. Just as he disappeared round the corner, he popped his head back out and checked both ways down the street, looking directly towards the livery.

Heyes smiled.

"Kid, I got it! Come on."

Heyes grabbed his partner's arm and together they scurried out of the livery and the few yards across the street and then jumped up onto the back of the wagon, pulling the blankets over them to hide their presence. They felt the wagon lean slightly as someone climbed back up at the front. Heyes peered out gingerly from under the blanket and then ducked back underneath it before he was seen.

Curry looked at him questioningly and Heyes smiled, pointed to the front of the wagon and mouthed "Silver!"

Curry's eyes widened. "What is he doing? Where are we going?"

"I don't know" shrugged Heyes. "Does it matter? Away from the town is all that's important."

Curry grinned at him.

* * * * * *

It seemed as if they'd been in the back of the wagon for hours, but reasoned Heyes, it couldn't have been, the sun was still high in the sky. He shifted position slightly. Every bump and hole in the trail jolted them painfully and Heyes could definitely think of better ways to travel. They'd briefly considered jumping out of the wagon, but as they had no idea where they were, they could very easily make their situation worse and so they'd decided to stay where they were and see what happened.

Eventually the wagon had come to a halt and Silver had dismounted. They listened as his footsteps moved away from the wagon and then it went quiet. They lay silent, straining to hear.

"Here drink some water." Came Silver's voice.

After a short pause, he spoke again. "I'd better check you're not bleeding again."

"I'm not bleeding." Came a new voice.

Again a short pause, followed by "You're right. You're not bleeding."

They heard the sounds of movement, a slight scuffling on the ground, then the stranger's voice again. "What happened to you? Your face \…"

"It's nothing" Silver interrupted. "I've brought a wagon, I need to get you back to town, see the doc. Here, let me help you stand up."

Heyes and Curry quickly scrambled out of the wagon, but as they started towards the small clump of trees behind them, Silver's voice boomed out.

"Hey! You! Stop!"

Heyes and Curry turned to face him. He was half holding, half dragging another man towards the wagon and as both of his hands were occupied, he wasn't holding a gun.

"What are you doing here?" he asked them, obviously surprised.

Heyes and Curry stared at him. "What happened to you?" asked Curry, echoing the stranger's question of a few minutes' earlier. "Your face?"

"Like I said already, it's nothing and it's none of your business."

As he spoke, the man he was helping stumbled and almost pulled them both to the ground. Silver looked up at them, "Give me a hand here" he called.

Together the three of them managed to get the stranger settled in the back of the wagon. He was drifting a little and didn't seem fully aware of them. Silver spoke to him as he covered him with a blanket. "It's OK sheriff, we'll have you back in town in no time. Doc'll sort you out."

Heyes and Curry stopped in their tracks. "Sheriff?" asked Curry in shock. "Did you just call him sheriff?"

"That's right" replied Silver. "This is Sheriff Baxter."

"Sheriff Baxter?" Heyes asked in equal shock. "But I thought …. They said he was …?"

"Harper and Fredericks tell you that huh?"

Heyes nodded.

"Yeah well, they left him for dead. I'd left him tied up while I went into town to identify you. When I told them that, they said they'd come and check on him. I knew when they got back what they'd done. They said not to worry about it, that he wouldn't be a problem no more. I knew'd straightway that they'd shot him and if he wasn't dead, they'd left him to die. They told you I shot him didn't they?"

Heyes nodded again.

"I didn't shoot him." Silver stated simply.

Heyes nodded again. "We believe you Silver."

"Good. Now let's get going, we have to get him to the doc."

Heyes and Curry climbed back up onto the wagon.

"So Silver, what did happen to your face." Curry asked again.

Silver looked at him doubtfully, but seeing the genuine concern in his eyes, decided he might as well tell the truth. "Ah, the night I'd taken you out of jail, they came back to camp and I guess they weren't too happy with what I'd done, what with leaving the sheriff tied up and all and then letting you two out of jail. They made sure I knew they weren't happy."

Curry nodded. He'd encountered their type before. "That must make them real popular with the gang?"

"Oh real popular alright" Silver said sarcastically. "There aint much love lost there. Fact is, some of the men have had their suspicions for a while. Reckoned Harper and Fredericks were planning to double cross us. I never believed it myself. Oh I knew all about how they ran the Gang, but I never thought they'd go that far."

He paused and looked at them. "That's one of the reasons I thought you two had ambushed them and done the robbery. I guess I just wanted to convince myself that they hadn't double crossed us after all."

"Because they did the robbery a day early." Stated Heyes, suddenly understanding.

Silver laughed. "You are just like Harper, nothing much gets past him. And you can't fool him neither."

"You're pretty smart yourself Silver."

Silver smiled a little.

"I'll be honest with you, we could use the help of a smart man right now Silver. We have a problem." Heyes continued.

"Yeah I figured you did. They robbed the bank last night didn't they?"

"Yes they did."

"And left you in town to take the blame. Like I said, that Harper is a smart man, you gotta admit that."

"Yeah, he's smart. And cunning." Heyes paused before continuing. "Silver, the town thinks that Sheriff Baxter is dead."

Silver's face shot up to look at him.

"He disappeared whilst escorting Harper and Fredericks to Denver. Hasn't been heard of since. The law is assuming that he's dead and that Harper and Fredericks killed him," explained Curry.

"Oh," said Silver. "And they think you're Harper and Fredericks right?"

"That's right," added Heyes. "And the town is pretty mad about a sheriff being murdered, there's talk of hangings."

"Without a trial?"

"That's the talk."

"But if they did that, they'd never figure that you weren't …"

The gunshots echoed around them.

Without wasting a second, they dove off the wagon, dragging Sheriff Baxter with them as best they could, to take cover behind the rocks at the side of the trail.

"Up there" Curry pointed to a spot higher up in the rocks.

"Cover us Silver" he yelled as he and Heyes started to make their way back towards the taller rocks, keeping out of sight. They climbed steadily, all the time taking care to remain out of sight and unheard, which was especially tricky as the higher they climbed, the more loose rocks and stones they encountered. Silently they positioned themselves above Harper and Fredericks, with a clear view of them.

As the two men below them were armed, and they weren't, it was going to be tricky. They needed to time it carefully. As they looked down, Curry pointed to the sharp drop just below where Fredericks stood below him, indicating to Heyes that they needed to be careful. Heyes nodded his understanding. Curry then kicked his foot very slightly in the loose stones on the path and again, Heyes nodded that he knew what Curry was saying. Finally, Curry nodded and in tandem, they moved.

First, they kicked the loose stones and small rocks down towards the two men, starting a mini-rockslide. Harper and Fredericks stepped back and put their arms above their heads. Half hidden by the dust, Heyes dove for Harper and Curry dove for Fredericks.

Heyes took Harper by surprise. He had already ducked his head underneath his arms to protect himself from the rocks showering down on him. As Heyes crashed into him, he knocked the arm holding the gun and Harper lost his grip on it. The gun went crashing down the drop onto the road below. The two men tousled and it didn't take Heyes long to come out on top. He pushed Harper to the ground, yanked his arms behind him and sat on his legs, then looked up to see how Curry was doing.

Curry had jumped down onto Fredericks and had managed to get in the first blow, the shock of which had forced Fredericks to drop his gun to the floor. Fredericks got in a couple of punches, but Curry soon had the upper hand and delivered an effective blow to Fredericks' torso. It knocked the man off balance and he staggered dangerously close to the edge.

"Watch it!" Curry had called, but the sound had distracted Fredericks, who tried to look upwards and then tripped over a boulder behind him. He'd fallen head first onto the rocks, bumping the side of his head. He tried to stretch forward then to retrieve the gun from the floor, but Curry kicked it away just in time. Fredericks tried to pull himself to his feet and in anger took a wild swing at Curry, who stepped back to avoid it. The force of his movement, propelled Fredericks backwards and he fell to the floor and slid along the loose stones until his feet were dangling over the edge. He cried out and tried to hang on to the boulder he'd tripped over earlier, but his hands slipped around it.

Curry rushed forward and grabbed his arms just as he fell, the strain on Curry's shoulders as he broke the man's fall almost enough to pull Curry with him. Curry grimaced and managed to hold his ground, doing his best to ignore the sudden burning in his arms and pushing his foot against the boulder to steady himself. Somehow, he managed to drag Fredericks' body back up onto the rocky ledge. Leaving him there for a second, Curry reached behind himself for the gun, before pulling Fredericks right up so that his feet were once more on solid ground.

Finally in control and with the gun in his hand, Curry watched as Heyes used his bandana to tie up Harper and then took Curry's bandana from him to tie up Fredericks.

* * * * *

Heyes and Curry sauntered out of the sheriff's office and looked up the street to see Silver just making his way out of the doctor's office.

They'd created quite a fuss as they'd returned to town. The sheriff knew Sheriff Baxter well and he, and his town, were delighted to see Sheriff Baxter alive, even if not fit and well. The injured sheriff had regained consciousness on the journey back to town and he'd been able to tell the sheriff brief details of what had happened. He'd also managed to identify Harper and Fredericks and the sheriff had agreed to keep the two in jail until Sheriff Baxter was well enough to recount the full story.

"How's he doing Silver?" Curry asked as the man drew alongside them.

"Better I think. The doc says he's going to make a full recovery but it's going to take him a while. It will be a few days before he can leave the doc's."

"Well, Harper and Fredericks are safely locked up in the jail and the sheriff's going to keep them there, so you have nothing to worry about from them."

Silver looked around him a little anxiously.

"That may be true, but right now it's making me a mite nervous standing here on the street outside a sheriff's office. You boys may not understand this, but when you're an outlaw the sheriff's office aint exactly where you wanna be."

Heyes and Curry stole a quick, amused glance at each other.

"Hmm. I see what you mean." Heyes smiled at him. "I never thought of that."

"Well now and all this time here I've been thinking how you think just like Pat Harper." Silver shook his head, but was smiling. "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you don't. You just aint got a good outlaw brain." He tapped his head. "But then, Pat Harper is one of the best you know."

Heyes smiled.

"I guess you're right Silver."

"You going back to the rest of the Gang now?" asked Curry.

"Yeah, I am." He looked around him once more, clearly uncomfortable where he was. "Right now in fact. And not a minute too soon."

Curry nodded. "Take care now Silver" Curry called after him.

"See you around boys."

As they watched him ride out of town, Heyes and Curry started across the street, heading in the direction of the saloon.

"Well Heyes, at least now I know where to go if I ever need a partner with a good outlaw brain." Smiled Curry.

"Good outlaw brain?"

"Yeah, Pat Harper. He's one of the best you know."

"One of the best?" Heyes replied, feigning shock and outrage. "I can't believe you think that Kid."

"You don't agree?"


At Curry's raised eyebrows, Heyes smiled.

"Kid, he had to use dynamite!"


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