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.

Starring

Pete Duel as Hannibal Heyes
Ben Murphy as Kid Curry

Guest Stars

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.

"Who?"

"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?"

"Nope."

"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.

"Exactly."

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.

* * * * *