Marvin Hemstead was getting out. Joe Cochran was a greedy idiot who’d almost ridden the gang into an ambush of deputies after the last robbery. Marvin believed Joe’s greedy idiot mindset was the flaw in the slaw of success; Joe joked that he couldn’t remember where they’d buried all the loot they’d stolen. But Marvin remembered. As the stars began to twinkle, Marvin confidently strode to the southwest corner of the corral and started digging. But he wasn’t alone.
Joe stepped from behind a bush, leveled his shotgun at Marvin, and said, “I remember it all, and it’s all mine.”