Double The Bounty

Chapter XIII

Brian and Brent Foxx were sitting across from each other in the saloon in Fenner’s Fork. They had been sitting like that for some time now, and the bartender, Sam, was leaning on the bar, watching them both with interest.

“What are we gonna do, sit here forever?” Brent asked Brian.

“We can’t agree on a course of action, Brent,” Brian said. “That means we can’t take a course of action, can we?”

“Sure we can.”

“What?”

“I passed a town on the way here that’s got a bank that’s ripe. One of us could go back and pull the robbery off easy.”

“It’s too soon, Brent,” Brian said, shaking his head. “It’s not safe.”

“When has anything we’ve ever done been safe?” Brent said. “I don’t agree.”

“And that’s why we’re sitting here staring at each other, isn’t it?” Brian asked. “Because we can’t agree.”

“I don’t want to leave this area, Brian,” Brent said stubbornly.

“And I do,” Brian said. “I know it’s the right move Tomake, Brent, and we’re gonna stay in this town until I can convince you of that.”

“In that case,” Brent said, waving to Sam, “I need another drink.”

Brent got up to get the drink and Brian watched his brother’s retreating back. He could feel the split coming, and he didn’t want it to happen. If they separated, he knew that Brent would make a mistake and get caught or be killed.

He couldn’t let that happen—but how was he going to stop it?