A/N-Happy St. Patrick's day! I put a little 's day tie in inside the story, see if you can find it and let me know.

Three men were on horses in the middle of the desert not far from Drywood. Two of the men were from the saloon, the tall man sitting on the horse in the middle was a man by the name of Richard Shaw, the one wanted for train robbery. One of the other men had a five o'clock shadow along with his mustache, a tan hat and a red handkerchief around his neck, as the other men did. The man with the five o'clock shadow asked, "When are we going to rob this train?"

The other man on the horse right of Richard Shaw, spits out his chewing tobacco then said in a sarcastic voice, "We thought we would let you get over that hangover, Eddie boy."

Eddie looked at him with a look that could kill then he said in just an equally hard sarcastic voice, "Thank you Jeff."

Richard rolled his eyes at the banter then he grunted then said, "We'll go when I say."

They just sat on their horses watching the train.

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The train going though Drywood looked on the outside just like any other ordinary train. The powerful engine, the three wooden passenger cars carrying people of different classes; they separated the passengers like lambs from sheep. Richard looked at the train cars approaching them, and he pictured the money being held on it. He looked at the observation car and he told his two partners in crime, "We need to get on this train before it starts rolling so Jeff, you go riding up the right of it, stat calling out somebody's name like you are wanting somebody on the train, get everybody's attention and you Eddie go on the left of it quietly and get on. I'll get on it like I always do."

Jeff and Eddie nod their heads, take out for the train and Richard stayed back and watched them, a sinister smile comes on his face then he rode off after the train. His horse, which was a paint horse and considered one of the fastest in this side of the country...at least that what he had heard when he stole the horse four years ago, snorted at Richard when he hit his side with the silver spurs.

When the horse made it even with the car, Richard stepped out, grabbed hold of the handle bars and pulled himself on the steps. He took a moment and steadied himself, took a breath then went inside the car. He looked out the window and saw the desert . He saw nothing but sand, the occasional tumbleweed and cactus; he sneered because he knew after this job he could go to places and see other more pleasing sights.

Richard knew that his partners would be there when he opened the door, they had done 20, 25 of these jobs. Sure enough, when he opened the door to go to the next car, there stood Jeff and Eddie with smug smiles on their faces then they turned around and opened the door to the car where they thought the money was being held. They did see plenty of money bags all around but they didn't expect to see the same gunslinger who was guarding the stagecoach and the sheriff of Drywood. He also had his deputy with him; the deputy had a shotgun aiming right for Richard and his friends.

The sheriff was a grey haired old man with a grey beard to match who still had a youthful twinkle in his eyes, though it did not match his hard skin. His badge gleamed in the would be robbers faces as he said, "Glad to see you, Mister Shaw." The lawman smiled at the man he recognized from the wanted poster. "I know you and your buddies don't know me but I'm Sheriff Terrell, I'm here to take ya'll down to our little local jail."

The deputy went over and took the guns from the three men.

Richard stuttered, "H...how did you know?"

Terrell picked up his scruffy old brown hat that sat on a nearby chair and he put it on his head with ease as he answered, "Let's just say I got a hunch."

The men who had just been arrested got a look of defeat as Terrell and the deputy slapped cuffs on them.

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A few hours later, at the sheriff's jail, Sheriff Terrell sat back in his chair behind the desk. His hat was tilted forward on his head and his feet lay on to of his desk. An empty pad of paper lay on his desk with a pencil nearby and a lizard crawled around seemingly unnoticed by the "sleeping" sheriff. He heard a knock on the door, Terrell scooted back his hat and he said, "Come in." The door opened and there stood Jonathon who looked around the office. He took it all in since he didn't really take notice of the place while he was in it before; he had his mind on other things.

He noticed that the office was fairly large, even if you wouldn't think so looking at the building from the outside. There were two jail cells. Richard Shaw was in the one he saw first. Richard was just casually looking around, trying to make it seem as if he's not worried at all. He just looked up at the large spider web at the top of the cell bars. Then Jonathon looked over and saw Richard's partners in the jail cell on the right side of the wall. He could see the panic in their eyes.

Jonathon looked at the broom leaning against a post in the middle of the room and then at the growing dust on the floor. There was a bookshelf right across from the sheriff's desk with a few books, a potted plant and an umbrella hanging from the top of the bookshelf. He looked at an empty pail that they must use to haul the water in, most likely from the well behind the jail cell. He looked at the sheriff. Terrell spoke before Jonathon could. "Nice to see you Jonathon."

Jonathon walked on in and almost stepped on the coiled up rope on the floor beside the desk. "See you have company." He looked at Mister Shaw and his partners and then back at the sheriff.

Terrell looked at the two cells. When he looked at the cell on the right, the sun's beams hit his eyes. He turned around and said, "Yeah, but they'll be leaving soon."

Jonathon nodded his head then walked around the room, saw the wanted poster of Richard and asked, "Shouldn't you take that down now?" Terrell nods his head and gets up to go get coffee off the wood stove, gets a cup and pours some then nods his head and says, "Yeah."

"Well, I only came in to say goodbye. I'm leaving town." Jonathon then went to the door, opened it. However, before leaving, he asked the sheriff, "How did you get him?"

Terrell slowly turned and sat down with his cup in his hand and blew air over the cup to cool down. "Somebody told me about it last night as I was standing outside my door...but I didn't see the person being there was no moon out last night, and the informant was in the dark ally next to the jail."

Jonathon turned and looked at his friend then asked, "So you didn't see him at all?"

Terrell shook his head and answered, "Nope, all I know is he's about your height and weight. Couldn't recognize him by his voice either, he had it disguised."

"There's a lot of men like me." Jonathon said.

Terrell nodded his head and said, "Yep, Tom O' Malloy is the first one to come to mind."

Jonathon stated to close the door then Terrell spoke up, "We'll miss you around here, Jonathon."

Jonathon was silent for a few minutes and then said, "Take care, Sheriff."

Jonathon closed the door. As he did so, Terrell whispered, "Take care, Jonathon."