CALL ME BRAZOS
“Well, not exactly rich, Kid, but we’ll be able to have us a damn good wingding an’ live high on the hog before we pull our next job.”
Dermott shifted uncomfortably. “This is more’n I ever expected to see at one time in my life. I liked the feelin’ durin’ the holdup, all tense, livin’ on the edge, kinda. It was real excitin’. But I dunno . . . I ain’t all that good with a sixgun. If I was to become an outlaw—”
Omaha laughed out loud, interrupting him.
“Kid, it’s too late. You already are an outlaw. No turnin’ back now . . .”