It was unusual to see a bandit who used a white horse, for it made him stand out in a group. The clerk shook his head. For a time he thought the best plan might be just to sit. But the storm and the long drive the day before had taken its toll in energy.
Lorie knew that might be because of her, but she didn't care. The band of sky became red with afterglow. Roscoe dismounted and stood there dripping, aware that he ought to be planning some form of defense but unable to think of any. When Gus stopped yelling, they did too.
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