Darkness was starting to crawl it's way across Willow's Glade. As if the lights were being switched off, the suns final rays of lights fluttered away from the quiet town. From his view on the rotting rooftops, Tennessee 'Kid' grinned.
"It's time." He breathed.
Tennessee jumped down. A silhouette followed; his partner in crime, Chuck Jr. They scuttled throughout playful shadows, which were slowly filling the ally ways.
Finally, they stopped in front of a large bank.
Chuck Jr always liked to pull off his heists at dusk. Stores and citizens were always closing up and locking down.
They had no idea the greatest pair of thieves of the generation was about to steal everything they had.
"Ten?" Chuck whispered. "You ready?"
"Ready as ever, partner." Tennessee replied with a cheeky grin.
Tennessee pulled a sleek, black gun from his holster. Its golden grip stood out in the shadows.
Quickly and quietly, the pair slunk towards the entrance.
"On my count." Chuck murmured. Tennessee nodded back.
" One. Two. Three. Four." A pause. "Five!"
Tennessee's boot flew off the ground and slammed the door open a split second later. The worried faces of workers all stared at him. He aimed his gun, swinging between the targets.
"Hands in the air!" Tennessee demanded. "Now!"
A forest of hands shot up. Tennessee grinned.
"Now, I want a sack fulla the finest gold you got. Give it 'ere, and nobody gets hurt. Go!" Tennessee pointed to a back door. Chuck shuffled a worried worker into the room. Minutes later, he emerged. In his arms, he was struggling to hold a sack.
Moments later, Tennessee had the gold in his arms and was running for the door. Chuck Jr was not far behind.
They stormed down an ally way before mounting a pair of horses. Tennessee let out a wild laugh and aimed his gun in the sky, letting two bullets fly in the air.
The horses reared up, then galloped down the dusty street. Tennessee could hear the cries of sheriff's carriages storming behind them, but their horses easily outran them. Chuck began to cheer.
Long after riding out of Willow's Glade, the sheriff's carriages seemed to have been deceived. They rode on fore a few more miles before finally settling down. The pair found themselves back in the sandy desert that surrounded the small town.
"Wowee!" Chuck jeered. "By golly, Tennessee, we need to pull off more bank robberies like that!"
Tennessee didn't seem so sure.
"I aint so sure, Chucky. Sure is a bit o' a thrill, I get." Tennessee paused, thinking about what to say. "But I don' like the danger we put 'em folks in. You get what I'm saying?"
Chuck sighed. "Yeah, I know, but we get what we want, and nobody gets in our way!"
"Nah." Tennessee disagreed. "When we pull off the silent heists, nobody gets hurt, and Salazaar don't getta chance at us."
Chuck gave Tennessee an odd stare.
"But I gotta say, gave me a real thrill back there." Tennessee continued, a shimmer in his eyes.
Chuck laughed, and when it died off there was a moment of silence.
"Ah, well. Rest up, Chucky. Gotta biiig plan for tomorrow." Tennessee decided. "We're gonna need a lotta sleep." Agreeing, Chuck lay down in the sand, pulling out some blankets from his bag. Moments later, he was snoring away.
Tennessee lay back in the sand, staring up at the stars. He waited for something to stir, something to jump out at him. But for once, nothing did.
Sighing, Tennessee shut his eyelids. He tilted his bowler hat over his eyes. Soon enough, he was sleeping away the hours, lost in another wondrous dream.