We hid in Dad’s tool shed and I kept watch at the door while Augie sat on the floor counting up all the loot from the bank bag we found on the tracks.
“I don’t like it. No bloodstained bag can bring anything but bad luck,” I said.
“Are you kidding me? This is a fortune.” Augie stared with glazed eyes at the pile of bills.
“What about the blood, Augie?”
He waved me off. “Whoever it belonged to is probably dead.”
I heard a pistol cock behind me. A deep raspy voice said, “I ain’t dead yet.”
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