Kid Curry was exceptionally short-tempered, snarling at Kyle and swearing he'd set off his dynamite if he didn't just hush, threatening to shoot Wheat's hat off and even promising to shove the Bible 'where the sun don't shine' if Preacher didn't stop his reading out-loud. Heyes knew for his partner to state the intention of doing all of these things wasn't exactly rare, but for him to threaten all three within a few short hours when they weren't stranded was.

The gang were all giving him as much space as was reasonably possible in Devil's Hole, but Heyes had heard enough. They weren't snowed in, they'd not pulled a job in a couple of weeks, still flush from the last one, so if his partner wanted some space, he could easily ride out for a couple of days as there was no active posse out for them. With money in his pocket and his popularity with the ladies, he'd have no trouble as long as he didn't stay too long. There was no need for him to wreak havoc in the hole.

Heyes went looking for Curry ready for an argument, he really didn't appreciate it when his partner caused unnecessary tensions, but when he found Curry he decided he probably needed a different approach to the one he'd intended.

Kid Curry was staring out over the horizon, a newspaper loose in his hands, his anger obviously burnt out and his misery obvious. At his approach Curry glanced over at him and shrugged, dropping the paper and holding his hands up to forestall what he expected Heyes to say.

" I know Heyes, I'm gonna ride into town. I'll be fine in a coupla days. "

"What's eatin' you? It ain't like you to be this riled up when you got places you can go."

Curry shrugged then said, " Remember that orphanage we hid out in after the Union Pacific job so I could heal up from that leg wound?"

Heyes did remember it well. It'd been a much more pleasant place than he'd expected, given their own experiences. The head of the orphanage had been Sister Monica Ann, a formidable nun who had refused to help Curry until they'd both put their guns away. Neither had put up much of a fight. Heyes had wanted his partner looked after and The Kid was close to collapsing. Once they'd done that, she and the other nuns had nursed The Kid with an effective kindness, that had held no judgement. The children were kept mostly away from the two notorious outlaws, but a few of the bravest hadn't been able to resist a peek. They'd been comfortably dressed, well fed and obviously looked after with love.

"Sure I do, but what's that..."

Curry thrust the newspaper at him and Heyes read the small story with a sinking heart.

Heavy storm tears through Sacred Heart Orphanage.

Roof ripped off and both children and nuns injured.

The building was so badly damaged that it is likely to be unliveable in for at least several months and probably even permanently unusable. Children will be sent to available spaces and many of the nuns will soon return to their Mother House. Sister Monica Ann and a few other of the most determined are staying to try and rebuild what they can, but local authorities hold out little hope that much can be achieved.

Heyes handed back the paper to his partner, Not fully seeing why Curry was so upset.

"We left a donation, Kid, not much else we could do. "

"We shoulda left more. Remember those kids who couldn't keep away from us?"

"The pretty chickadee with the blonde hair and the sunshine smile?"

Heyes smiled at the memory, then sobered at the Kid's still sombre expression.

"Yeah and the dark haired lad worried for his little brother."

"I know it sucks, Kid, but we can't do a thing about it."

"I'm goin' to give them my share of the last robbery, Heyes. "

"Kid, how you gonna do that? Can't exactly mail 'em the money and you go back to that town you'll be locked up, unless you're willin' to shoot. The good sister might not want anymore of your 'ill gotten gains' anyway. Think of that?"

He glared at his partner, now fully understanding his partner's mood , but frustrated at his lack of planning and inability to see the difficulties. Curry glared back before looking down and Heyes saw his expression change as the reality sunk in.

Curry's voice was soft and more than a little sad as he replied, not able to meet his partner's gaze.

"It was a real nice place, Heyes. They were cared for, not gonna get that many other places. "

Heyes hated it when Curry had days like this. Once again he'd argued him out of danger, but Heyes sometimes wondered what the cost of doing nothing had on his partner's state of mind. Before he could stop himself he said,

"Okay, Kid, you win."

Curry's head came up at that and he smiled at Heyes gratefully. There were times thought Heyes ruefully that he feared his friend would be the death of them both, but he was committed now and if were honest with himself the look on his partner's face made it all worth while.

"You got a plan?"

"Remember Millie?"

"That pretty little saloon girl who just got wed?" Curry didn't quite see where his partner was going with this, but knew enough to trust him when he got that look on his face.

Not many days later, Sacred Heart Orphanage received a large anonymous donation delivered by Mrs Millicent Jackson, a recently wed casino owner's wife. It wasn't from her husband, but one of his customers had won big on the roulette wheel and had read of their plight. He wanted some of his easy money spent on something worthy.