A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers, it really means a lot to know your
story is being read and liked. So without further ado, chapter three!
Chapter Three
"Put it right here boys."
"Yes, Ms. Barlow."
"Ma'am, How long is it going to be here for?"
"As long as it takes, Clem. You wouldn't want it to get into the wrong hands, now would you."
"No, Ma'am. I'm just curious to when I can get my share."
"Is that all you think about?! Your share, you sound like you're the only other person in this, Clem," another man in Kate's posse said.
"Well, it seems as if it's that way, I'm always the one who has to get in with the dirty work, while you lazy lumps just sit there with your guns, lookin' pretty, Ain't that right, Ms. Barlow?"
"No, that ain't Clem! Now if you don't shut your mouth I'll do it for ya," Kissin' Kate said as she cocked her pistol.
"N- Now Ms. Barlow, I was just, just, statin' a fact, I didn't mean anythin' by it. I'll shut up, I promise," Clem said as he pretended to zip his mouth and lock it.
"Good for nothin' fool," Kate murmured under her breath.
"Come on boys we don't have all day, I'm plannin' on robbin' the brand new bank that just opened in Austin. Can't you just smell those new bills? After that, we'll come and bury it here along with this one."
"Ms. Barlow?"
"What do ya want now, Jesse?"
"How are we gonna find this here treasure when it looks exactly like every other place in this God-forsakin' desert."
"That's why I drew this, when y'all were arguin' I came up with this.," She said as she showed her posse the almost scale map of the area.
"Where'd ya learn how to draw like that, Kate?" Tom asked.
"I guess it came in pretty handy, bein' a school teacher and all." Kate said with a distant look in her eye. She was reminiscing back in GreenLake when her and the students would try and draw what they thought their town looked like. She could still remember sitting there on the front porch of the school-house while the children worked, and she would wait for Sam, the onion picker to come and ask her how her day was going. For the first time in years a tear fell down the face of Kissin' Kate Barlow.
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"Hey, Kate!" Jesse hollered, "What do you suppose that is?"
"It's a coach, you idiot!"
"Yeah, but it looks pretty darn important ifn' you ask me."
"Well no one was askin' you, Jesse," Clem retorted.
"Shaddap, Clem! Now you boys listen to me. That is the coach of Stanley Yelnats, who happens to be one of the richest men in all of Texas. Now here's what were gonna do. Tom,Jake and Jesse, you shoot the driver, I'll do the rest."
"What 'bout me Ms. Barlow?" Clem asked.
"Oh, but don't you remember? You're the one who does the dirty work, right! You stay here with the horses."
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"So you mean to tell me, that you didn't kill the man?"
"Nope. I thought it best to let the desert do it instead. Jake, C'mere and put that map in the box, then bury it somewhere's else, far away."
"Yes, Ms. Barlow."
"Kate! What do you think you're doin'? You shoulda shot that man and why the heck are we buryin' the loot?"
"I'm so sick of yer compainin', Clem. I shoulda decided to shoot you a long time ago."
Kate kissed him on his forehead and told him to run. A loud shot rang through the air, no one ever heard from Clem Barton again.
Chapter Three
"Put it right here boys."
"Yes, Ms. Barlow."
"Ma'am, How long is it going to be here for?"
"As long as it takes, Clem. You wouldn't want it to get into the wrong hands, now would you."
"No, Ma'am. I'm just curious to when I can get my share."
"Is that all you think about?! Your share, you sound like you're the only other person in this, Clem," another man in Kate's posse said.
"Well, it seems as if it's that way, I'm always the one who has to get in with the dirty work, while you lazy lumps just sit there with your guns, lookin' pretty, Ain't that right, Ms. Barlow?"
"No, that ain't Clem! Now if you don't shut your mouth I'll do it for ya," Kissin' Kate said as she cocked her pistol.
"N- Now Ms. Barlow, I was just, just, statin' a fact, I didn't mean anythin' by it. I'll shut up, I promise," Clem said as he pretended to zip his mouth and lock it.
"Good for nothin' fool," Kate murmured under her breath.
"Come on boys we don't have all day, I'm plannin' on robbin' the brand new bank that just opened in Austin. Can't you just smell those new bills? After that, we'll come and bury it here along with this one."
"Ms. Barlow?"
"What do ya want now, Jesse?"
"How are we gonna find this here treasure when it looks exactly like every other place in this God-forsakin' desert."
"That's why I drew this, when y'all were arguin' I came up with this.," She said as she showed her posse the almost scale map of the area.
"Where'd ya learn how to draw like that, Kate?" Tom asked.
"I guess it came in pretty handy, bein' a school teacher and all." Kate said with a distant look in her eye. She was reminiscing back in GreenLake when her and the students would try and draw what they thought their town looked like. She could still remember sitting there on the front porch of the school-house while the children worked, and she would wait for Sam, the onion picker to come and ask her how her day was going. For the first time in years a tear fell down the face of Kissin' Kate Barlow.
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"Hey, Kate!" Jesse hollered, "What do you suppose that is?"
"It's a coach, you idiot!"
"Yeah, but it looks pretty darn important ifn' you ask me."
"Well no one was askin' you, Jesse," Clem retorted.
"Shaddap, Clem! Now you boys listen to me. That is the coach of Stanley Yelnats, who happens to be one of the richest men in all of Texas. Now here's what were gonna do. Tom,Jake and Jesse, you shoot the driver, I'll do the rest."
"What 'bout me Ms. Barlow?" Clem asked.
"Oh, but don't you remember? You're the one who does the dirty work, right! You stay here with the horses."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So you mean to tell me, that you didn't kill the man?"
"Nope. I thought it best to let the desert do it instead. Jake, C'mere and put that map in the box, then bury it somewhere's else, far away."
"Yes, Ms. Barlow."
"Kate! What do you think you're doin'? You shoulda shot that man and why the heck are we buryin' the loot?"
"I'm so sick of yer compainin', Clem. I shoulda decided to shoot you a long time ago."
Kate kissed him on his forehead and told him to run. A loud shot rang through the air, no one ever heard from Clem Barton again.