“I think we both know one of those boys,” said Jane.
“Who?” asked Lo.
“The one who took my gun, that’s the boy who used to hang out at your place in Bannack in his gray Secesh uniform.”
“Damn sure,” said Jane.
“No more Faro for him,” Lo said.
“We should tell somebody.”
Jane thought about that for a moment. “Tell somebody. Leastwise he could be watched.”
“No. Better tell no one,” Lo said. “We tell, he know we tell. Better keep quiet.”
“How is anybody ever going to get rid of these bandits if no one even talks?” Jane protested.
“Get rich, get out, they say,” said Lo. “Get rich, get out best for Lo.”
“That may be good for you, but what about me?” asked Jane.
Lo paused. Didn’t seem to have a good answer for that one. “You good partner. We good partners, no?”
“That we are, anyhow. We’re bang-up good partners, Lo,” she said.
As Lo climbed onto his steed, he added: “Calamity Jane not with Lo, bang, bandits shoot Lo dead. Bang, Lo dead. We good partners.”
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