No Love Lost
Kid Curry leaned one shoulder on the door frame, both arms crossed over his chest with a smile spreading slowly across his face. Dresser drawers stood open, their contents strewn about the room. He chuckled inwardly at Hannibal Heyes, strangely positioned on all fours with his head tucked beneath the bed.
“Lookin’ for somethin’?”
Startled, Heyes jumped, hitting his head on the underside of his own bed. “Hmmm? No, no.” He stood and began brushing dust and a few cobwebs from his hair and clothes, not meeting the pair of blue, inquisitive eyes. “Just doing a little spring cleaning. You need something, Kid?”
Curry ran a hand over his mouth, wiping away his grin. “Kyle wants the rest of your laundry, Heyes. His turn for washin’ this month. Ya want me to…”
Heyes grabbed a pair of jeans before Curry’s quick hand had the chance. “No! You got plenty to do,” he covered. “I’ll take the laundry to Kyle myself.”
“Kyle,” Heyes whispered as he drew near, basket of dirty clothes under one arm. “Kyle, you didn’t find anything in that first batch of clothes you washed up this morning, did you?”
“Yeah, Heyes, I,” Kyle swallowed hard and shivered as he noticed the icy glare being shot his direction from the cabin’s front porch.
A smile of relief spread over Heyes face. “Well? Can I have it?”
“Sure, uh…here.” Kyle dug in the pockets of his trousers and held out a hand toward Heyes.
“Yep. I got more hid in the bunkhouse if ya need to borrow it, Heyes.”
“No, Kyle. That’s not what I meant. You didn’t find anything else in my pockets?”
Kyle shook his head, still casting a wary glance over Heyes’ shoulder toward Curry.
Later that evening
Hannibal Heyes walked slowly from the barn toward the porch where his partner stood leaning against the rail, flipping a coin in one hand.
“Well I’ll be! I live with a thief!” Heyes remarked, seeing his lucky coin, the one he’d searched for all day, in the hand of Kid Curry.
There was a brief injured look from Curry before he responded. “I never stole nothin’ from you, Heyes. You know that. But it seems to me,” the Kid’s voice grew louder, “I live with a cheat!” He held the coin between two fingers, inspecting first one side, then the other.
With his voice calmer again, the Kid continued. “Ya wanna flip for it?” he asked, flinging the coin high into the air.
One quick shot from Curry’s weapon left Heyes’ lucky coin, a hole blown through it, lying in the dirt.
Heyes’ eyes dropped.
“Weren’t no love lost ‘tween me and that coin, Heyes.” Curry’s triumphant smile returned as he spun his gun back into its holster.
When he was alone again, Hannibal Heyes patted his vest pocket and hid his own smile. After all, an outlaw should always have more than one lucky coin.
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