Micah sat at one of the tables in the camp, a map laid out in front of him as he plotted out a possible score. "Whatcha doin', Mr. Bell?" Sally asked as she approaches the table, resting her hands on her gun belt. Micah glanced up at her before turning his attention back to the map, "Might be a stagecoach going by not too far from here." He said as he looked up from the brim of his white hat. "You going alone?" She asked with a curious smile. "That's the plan, darling." Micah chuckled lightly.
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