Metty stood at the edge of the cave, looking like a barber’s cat. He squeezed his eyes shut against the slashing sunlight. Hunched over, breathing deep, desperate to loosen the dust and dead air from his lungs.
A week earlier, he and the Cadott brothers holed up in the cave. They’d just started to split the take from the train robbery when the back collapsed, trapping them inside.
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