He landed hard on his head and made no move to get back up, laughter silenced. In the reclined angle he was in, it sent him toppling backwards. His clenched fist connected hard with EmmettвЂ™s jaw. The three of them broke out into mean spirited laughter and, without a second thought, Jesse swung. Why?вЂќ Emmett drawled, earning smothered laughter from the other two men. Now, he was only waiting for a confirmation that this bastard knew. He knew the answer- those spurs matched the set on his own boots. He reclined in his seat and wet his lip in one quick, smug motion. вЂњWhereвЂ™d you get them?вЂќД®mmett had no right to look so bemused, so laid back. вЂњThose spurs,вЂќ Jesse reaffirmed, jaw clenched. He was halfway to their table when he spoke again. He hadnвЂ™t realized heвЂ™d spoken, much less stood and dropped his half eaten stew. вЂњYou wanna rephrase that, boy?вЂќ Emmett said. Silver longhorns glinted in the firelight and Jesse felt his world tilt suddenly.

He plopped down again and the spurs hit the table with a solid noise. JesseвЂ™s eyes followed Emmett as he shoved himself up from his seat, walking idly to his tent and back. Jesse paused, suddenly unable to swallow. вЂњCustom made, werenвЂ™t they? Whole way from Texas.вЂќ

вЂњWhat? Those old spurs?вЂќ Emmett scoffed just before taking a swig of whiskey. вЂњI know you got some nifty little trinkets stashed away in that lockbox oвЂ™ yours.вЂќ вЂњSo donвЂ™t bet money,вЂќ Angus pressed, smile wide and wolfish. Emmett, Hardin and TommyвЂ™s right hand, Angus. A few of the senior members of the gang were gathered around a makeshift table. Jesse glanced up from the fire, taking a moment to let his eyes readjust. It was a wonder any of them lived to see another day. Everything that could have gone south with that bank heist did. He was exhausted after the events of the day, too tired to lay down and sleep surely. Jesse gathered up a bowl of weak stew and settled down on the ground by the fire. Some straight to bed, others to eat and mill about. Once the horses were tethered, the riders broke up and went about their business. Anything they could do to make the shivering stop. It meant cheap whiskey, rattlesnake stew and a threadbare blanket. The warm fires were always a welcome sight. вЂњDidnвЂ™t think so.вЂќ No one else spoke up during the last part of the trip to camp. вЂњI reckon it sounds like you might prefer the warm caress of a noose, fellers.вЂќ Silence. He turned and cast a hard look over the group. When his horse came to a halt, so did everyone elseвЂ™s. вЂњHeard you the first five times,вЂќ Tommy grunted, spitting tobacco into the dirt. вЂњTold you we shouldnвЂ™tвЂ™ve been out so long, Tommy.вЂќ One of them spoke up. Most of the men looked agitated- a job gone wrong could do that to anyone- but the weather didnвЂ™t help much. With a gentle pat to her neck and soft reassurance, he caught up with the others. His horse nickered and shook its head, spooked by something in the night. Jesse shifted his bandana higher up his face, taking pleasure in what little warmth it gave his near frozen nose. As unforgiving as the Mojave was in broad daylight, the dry chill of the night air seeped down into the bone. Raise hell It was a long, hard trek back to camp.

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