Finney became a bit squeamish at the idea of climbing over the top of a moving rail car. “Maybe we could just shoot the Indian Misti is fighting with?” He mumbled when William and Taylor spoke of the climb.

William looked at Finney, he grabbed him by the shoulder and spoke directly into his face, “one of these days, son, you are going to have to prove to someone you have a pair of balls between your legs. Quit being a Nancy and do something!”

“I could shoot that Indian,” Finney uttered again. “Then no one would have to climb over the rail car.”

“you really think you can hit him? You’ve been shooting a pistol for one week and you think you can do it without hitting Misti?” William was concerned for Finney, but knew the kid lacked confidence. “If your heart is not in it, stay on this platform.” William turned, climbing the ladder onto the roof of the Express car. He looked to see if anyone was going to join him.

He crouched low. Low enough to drag a hand along the top of the rail car. He had slung the Henry rifle over his body, as he didn’t want to drop it, but did draw his Colt .45, ready to use it against Bobby or Linch or whomever he might have to kill.

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