The Loveless Outlaws
“Gary shall love the tellers once again, will he not?” The Indian asked. The other cowboy nodded and snickered. They weren’t called the Loveless Outlaws for nothing.
With that, the duo remained silent in the back compartment of their horse-drawn wagon. They were two yards away from the New Mississippi Federal Bank. It was a Wednesday and the mid-day break had just ended. It was business as usual — but that was about to end with a rather interesting turn of… criminal proportions…
Targeted Audience: women
Mary Avice Wilcox
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