Heyes looked at his hand and folded.
Settling back and lighting a cigar, he let his mind wander.
“…ayup, I tell you young’uns, I’ve chased some of the most famous outlaws there are out there.”
Without changing expression or position, Heyes listened to the wizened voice sitting behind him.
“Why I can remember, must have been seven, eight years ago. It was that hard winter where the river froze up in early November, if I remember right. Yup those were hard times. … Where was I? Oh yeah, back seven, eight years ago I rode in a posse after the two most famous outlaws you ever heard of. Sure gave us quite a chase. Course we lost them. Probably for the best, I hear them two are real popular. Don’t understand that myself. … Anyways, that gang had robbed a train up by us, and we took off after them, being the closest town and all. Those two rode us all hard afor they got away. Of course, they’ve been together forever they say. Family. I hear tell they come out of Kansas or Missouri or some such blamed place, hardened by what happened to their family in the border wars, way I hear it. It makes no never mind to me. They had huge bounties on their head, and we wanted ‘em.”
Heyes’ attention was recalled by the sounds of the round ending. Without moving he caught Curry’s eye. Curry barely acknowledged him, but swept up his winnings, announcing. “Sorry, boys, my partner and me have a meetin’ the other side of town. Maybe tonight you can have a chance to get your own back.”
The two strolled quickly to the door of the saloon, keeping their backs turned to the table behind them.
The garrulous old man broke off his tale to watch them head out the door. “Hmm, sure seemed to be in a hurry those two. Oh, well it makes no never mind. I was telling you about the time I chased the James brothers…”