Billy Jones looked towards desolate town with sun setting at his back. He knew it was a right kind of dump. One without too many to form a posse, yet big enough to have a saloon or store to rob.
From under the brim of his hat, low and black, worn with use, he looked at his partner in crime and shook his head. Will sure looked a fool. Still wearing that ridicules bowler hat and clothes his ma picked him.
"Darn fool", he thought
William Jackson Smith still didn't feel all that much like an outlaw. He still wore the same white shirt his ma picked for him and his fathers dance boots. They haven't seen much dancing on pa's feet and neither will they on Will's. That thought worried him more and more and so did the six shooter on his hip. It felt heavier with every round shoot and he worried how heavy it will be once it stops shooting windows out and starts making widows and orphans.
That thought worried him more with every passing day.
His eyes were focused on the red spot near his left cuff and he couldnt figure out if it is blood or sweet jam they ate the other day. Stole the other day, he reminded himself. That memory stinged him real bad and he remembered ma's words, "All you gotta do is ask Will. There's always good people in the world who'll share."
He felt familiar itch forming between his eyes and them watering. "No!", he thought, "I ain't a baby anymore.", and he bit down the tears.
"What are you looking at fool!", Bill barked, "Can't you see what we got in front of us?" A FUCKING goldmine.", he laughed, spark igniting in his eye.
"Just what we need. A bit smaller bite from San Leons. I can still feel where that deputy's bullet pierced me.", he rubbed just above his collar bone, "Fucking prick. But I showed him. His shooting days are over!"
"Mhm", Will nodded his head, one thing he learned from his time with Bill, nodding and agreeing was right 80% of time. He hoped this was not one of those 20%.
"Get your ass down there and see if they are looking for me. There are bound to be posters all around the town if they are.", he rose his head up proudly.
"But Bill! What if they are searching for me too?"
"Get moving 'fore I give you a good kicking for not fucking listening to me. Who's gonna be looking for you fool. You barely even raise that gun."
Will held his breath, calculating his chances down there against chances up here. Soon dangers up here overhelmed those down there.
Because it's hard to look at death in its form of cocky young man with the name of Billy Jones and think real dangers with the names of jail and gallows as dangerous.
So Will did what he knew best and that was to bow his head and take the road of least resistance.
He rode down towards town of Eldorado