“Woah. Woah….. “I halted the horses. Chase had gracefully fallen out of the sled when I increased the speed.
“We have got to get out of here! I knew I shouldn’t have brought you along. I would’ve done well on my own!”
I instructed the Thoroughbreds to “Gitty up!” having decided to leave him behind. But Chase slippin’ and slidin’ in the snow still made it back to the sled.
“Why on Earth did you choose Rochester of all places to pull this heist? It’s snowy and it’s cold. I would rather be back in Birmingham.” He was once again whining like the child he was.
Chase was my older brother, though. He didn’t have good sense.
The broad animals were kicking up wet snow. Their speed was enormous. I held tight to the reins in order to get us back to the cabin we spent the night in.
“You know why we’re here, Chase. You know whose house that was. You know why!” I screamed at him and had the right mind to pistol whip him right in the dome.
“Yeah, I know…. That house belongs to Dad, His new wife and kids.”
He left us years ago for Ms. Walton. He was more crooked than me or Chase could ever dream of being.
He married her for the wealth.
We were both startled by a rustling noise coming from the trees.
“I suggest you pull that sled over.” A rugged voice spoke.
The strange man sat upon his horse alongside three others and their rifles.
I tried to out run them but to no avail.
I felt the barrel of that shot gun in my back.
“I don’t care why you came here and I don’t care what’s in that bag. But, Son there are three things you don’t mess with; My family, My money and my horses.”
What a fool was I to use another man’s property as transportation? I only wanted to pay back my old man for his dirty deeds.
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