Jack finally lost his patience with his two fellow gold thieves. "Indians, bunk! I say Billy here was looking through his whiskey bottle when he saw them." "You shut yer yap!" Billy shot back. "There was Indians! And I ain't waiting for 'em, stuck with these stupid mules." He grabbed one of the smaller gold sacks. "This is plenty for me. I want out of this canyon hellhole now!" "You ain't leaving these mules," said Granger. "And Jack, since you're so sure there isn't any Indians, you go ride the rim." "Fine with me," said Jack, and he worked his way up to the flats. It wasn't twenty minutes later he reappeared over the edge. "Ride!" he screamed -- as feathered and painted figures dragged him back out sight. Billy and Granger rode, fast, without the gold. Jack and the "Indians" dusted themselves off and watched the two horsemen fly? |
