Double The Bounty

Chapter III

The town of Fenner’s Fork, in the Utah region, was small and sparsely populated. It did, however, have a saloon and two whores, which made it a perfect place for the Foxx boys, Brian and Brent, to hole up between jobs.

Brian, however, had no intention of allowing either one of them to be caught.

Brian was not only the smartest, he also kept a level head. No one had ever been injured during one of his jobs.

Brent, on the other hand, rarely pulled a job with-out hurting someone, and Brian usually resigned himself to that fact—but this time Brent had gone too far.

Brian was the first to arrive at Fenner’s Fork, and while he waited for Brent, he wondered if—with this recent turn of events—they shouldn’t change their area of operation. So far their jobs had been pulled in Wyoming, Arizona, and New Mexico. Never in Utah, since this was where they rested in between and made their plans.

Maybe, Brian thought, it was time to move things farther west. Maybe try Nevada, Idaho, and Oregon, or even California. On the other hand, they could go east—Kansas, the Indian Territory, and Texas, even to missouri and Arkansas. If they did that, they could hang their hats in Louisiana. He had always wanted to see New Orleans!

When Brent arrived, he’d have to broach the subject gently in order to get him to agree. His brother had changed since they began this charade. Brent liked the feeling of power and Brian knew that his brother’s violent acts were an extension of that. Now that he had actually killed someone, what would he be like? And how long would it be before he killed again?

Brian shuddered to think.

Sometimes his brother scared him.

It was a good thing Brent didn’t know that, because Brent was intimidated by Brian’s superior intelligence, and usually bowed to it. If he ever sensed that Brian was afraid of him…

He ordered another beer and wondered if he should continue to wait in the saloon or go over and wait with the girls.