Jed steadied himself atop the sturdy branch, his hand wrapped tight around the tree trunk. He looked down and spotted Zeke galloping along on his horse, kicking up giant clouds of dust as he approached.
This half-wit had the nerve to secretly change the plan, to cut him out of the heist, but never thought to change the escape route.
Jed dropped from the tree and landed on the horse’s back. He then pulled his revolver, cracking the butt against his former partner’s skull, leaving him unconscious in the middle of the dusty trail.
Zeke never knew what hit him.
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