"Telegram for you sir," the young desk clerk said nervously and slid the envelope across the counter quickly removing his hand to avoid any physical contact. It was not that the hotel didn't get its share of dangerous looking folks, but as a rule he wasn't given their real names to confirm what his imagination suggested.

Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry stared at the expensive linen envelope and moved off to

the side to open it.

"Who's it from?" Kid asked curious

"Andrew Carnegie!" Heyes said surprise and a little awe in his voice.

"Andrew who?"

"That steel millionaire from back east. He's in town and wants to meet with…me." He looked up almost apologetically, but was only greeted with a sunny smile from his younger cousin.

"Heyes that's great! Maybe this is the chance we've been talking about!" Kid congratulated him slapping him on the back and heading for the stairs.

"You don't mind he just wants to talk to me?"

"Heyes the man is a millionaire, I'm just impressed he wants to talk to either of us. Just remember everything and tell me about it when you get back. Where is it by the way?"

"His private car, in one hour."

"Then you better change," Kid encouraged him.

"What's wrong with what I have on?" Heyes said suddenly hesitant and afraid to admit why.

"Wait we have that meeting with Doyle involving the mine shipment."

"I'll get the details and we can go over the best way to safeguard it tonight when we celebrate this new job for Carnegie!" Kid grinned.

"Kid?" Heyes said appreciating the support, not sure if his reaction would have been so unselfish. "Thanks."

"Just don't check out his safe. You always check out the safe. It makes rich people nervous," Kid grinned pushing him up the stairs.

Heyes glanced back at him, "I don't always check out the safe!"

Kid answered with a look.

"All right maybe my eyes might glance in that direction…" Heyes mumbled defending himself as he started to climb again. "But I never mention how fast I can open it unless they ask!"

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One hour later Heyes arrived promptly at the secluded siding where several rail cars had been arranged into a rather luxurious camp. A small wry red headed young man was instantly at his side taking his horse and offering his name as Isaac and assuring him the animal would be well cared for. He was then handed over to the train conductor/butler, Max, whose beard was neatly trimmed, his uniform spotless and his manner impeccable.

It was clear Mr. Carnegie's employees took their duties very seriously he decided as he entered the passenger car and was immediately engulfed in a haven of refined wealth.

The walls were nearly covered in books and if he had not known he was on a train he would have felt perfectly comfortable calling it a library.

A long conference table stretched out at the back of the room with a crystal brandy decanter filled, its cut glasses sparkling from the sunlight pouring in the many windows.

Chairs of varying degrees of comfort lined the walls and it was in one he found Carnegie talking with a younger, mutton chopped dandy impeccably dressed in the latest East Coast fashion.

Both men rose at his entrance and he missed neither man's reaction.

Carnegie's eyes were interested, amused with him and clearly curious to see if Heyes would live up to the stories he had heard.

The second man's glance was more guarded, but quick to assure Heyes of his disregard of his importance, while at the same time measuring him as a threat.

Heyes turned his full attention back to Carnegie. At 47 the Scotsman was at the top of his game in the finance world, but Heyes's first impression was how much the man reminded him of the bearded fiddler who used to play with his grandfather.

"Mr. Heyes thank you so much for coming," the man said his voice low and pleasantly colored with a Scottish burr. "This is my assistant Adam McKenzie, Adam, Mr. Hannibal Heyes. I shall release you to see to that matter?"

"Yes Mr. Carnegie, your servant, Mr. Heyes," the man said cordially taking his leave.

"I was most intrigued by your request to join you for lunch sir," Heyes said taking the seat offered him.

"Coffee?" the man offered and Heyes accepted having learned a long time a go to take time to evaluate a man doing the simple things. He served Heyes himself, careful to learn his preferences for the drink and then sat back himself with tea after confessing he had never taken to the popular American drink.

"Mr. Heyes I will get straight to the point, I wish to offer you a job in my business."

Heyes let the sip he had taken go down and looked up with a pleasant smile, "Doing exactly what Mr. Carnegie?"

"Does that matter?"

"Yes sir it does. Until two months ago I was a man on the run. Since my partner and I achieved amnesty the majority of work we have been offered has been to put it politely, tainted. I think you should know we aren't interested in anything even with a slight edge of dishonesty."

"People having trouble letting you give up your old life eh? Well you were a good crook."

"Sir I was a very good crook," Heyes corrected taking another sip of coffee completely relaxed.

"You seem proud of your dishonesty."

"No sir I apologize for what I did, what I don't apologize for is doing my best at it."

For the first time the man smiled slightly, "Mr. Heyes you are living up to all I heard about you. I understand with your cousin, you have formed an investigation company?"

"Yes sir."

"I have learned you have had a few cases, all successful, but hardly noteworthy."

"Were starting out sir, were willing to give it time."

"What if I were to offer you a job working for me that would allow you to use your talents honestly and make you a great deal of money?"

"I'd say I'd like to hear more."

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"I thought your partner was going to be here Mr. Curry?" the small mustached man said wiping his bald-head nervously as he took a seat in the café across from Kid.

"We have a lot of cases Mr. Doyle, it only takes one of us to get the details, I assure you Mr. Heyes will be working with me on it."

"It’s a lot of money."

"Yes sir."

"Do you want the route from the mine to the train?"

"No sir just how much silver and when you want it delivered, I think its best we create a way to get it there that hasn't been done before."

The man looked up startled.

"How do I know you won't just steal it yourselves?"

Kid exhaled; it was a question he was getting used to.

"Because Mr. Doyle we don't do that anymore. We like not being on the run and we like the money we are making honestly. But if you are concerned…"

Kid started to rise and the man caught his arm.

"No, no Sheriff Trevors seemed to feel you were trustworthy and I am so tired of being robbed. Besides who better to catch a thief than a thief eh?" he laughed nervously.

"Former thief," Kid said firmly and hoped Heyes was having a much better time than he was.

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"It's quite an opportunity Mr. Heyes," the older man across from him said finally as lunch was concluded and they returned to the chairs they had vacated with brandy and cigars.

The understatement of this was not lost on Heyes. To even be considered as an assistant and advisor to a man such as Andrew Carnegie was a position beyond his wildest dreams. The man's rise to riches was staggering and now he was regarded as the richest man in the world. His steel industry unparalleled and it was this industry giant that wanted Heyes.

Which was the problem. He just wanted Heyes.

"You have to understand sir my cousin and I have been partners since we were children…"

Carnegie nodded, not unsympathetic. He was a loyal family man himself, but he needed a strong mind, not a fast gun.

"Your cousin's reputation is a liability to me Mr. Heyes. Isn't it about time you both learned to live your lives apart?"

Heyes exhaled remembering the salary the man had quoted. It was more money than he had seen in years and he would receive it honestly doing work that sounded interesting and challenging. Wasn't this what he had worked so hard for?

And Kid, Kid would understand he'd have enough for both of them, Kid would…. He stopped remembering how happy his partner had been with their business. It was honest work, exciting and while not the best paying at the moment that would change as their reputation got around. Or so he had told Kid. But was that possibility enough to pass up a chance like this? Kid would never want to hold him back; in fact he would encourage him to take the job.

Leaving Kid to do what? Continue investigating alone? Kid had his pride; he wouldn't take charity from Heyes no matter if they were family. He would expect to pay his own way and do his own fair share. Heyes had seen this when he had joined the Devil's Hole Gang and quickly learned how valuable Kid was to have as a partner.

His discernment, common sense, initiative and loyalty had been at the core of every successful plan Heyes had ever come up with. Carnegie was just listening to the dime novels; if he knew what Kid was capable of he would think twice before discounting his worth.

He started to get excited. All he had to do was get in and once Carnegie trust him then he could bring Kid aboard. Kid would prove himself easily and then they both would be on their way!

"Sir if its all the same to you I'd like to sleep on this. Your offer is both generous and intriguing, but I want to make sure I am making the right decision for both of us."

"Don't let him talk you out of it," Carnegie said shrewdly.

For a moment Heyes had a flash of anger, "My cousin isn't like that."

"Then he's a rare man. You’re his meal ticket son, man will fight to keep that."

Heyes bit his tongue realizing now was not the time to explain the untruth of the remark. Instead he glanced around the lavish library.

"Your library tempts me almost more than the money," Heyes smiled charmingly.

Carnegie smiled back having noted Heyes reaction when he had arrived. A man who loved books went up several notches in his eyes and had gone a long way to convince him he was making the right decision offering the former outlaw employment in his company.

Heyes eyes lit on a book on the table, "Is this new?" he said unable to conceal his delight.

"Are you a reader of Mr. Vern?" Carnegie asked amused. "His take on the future and its wonders always intrigues me."

"When I can get my hands on his books I am. Not always possible on the trail."

"Take it then, perhaps it will influence you in your decision about YOUR future."

Heyes thanked the man and thoughtfully left considering both the book and the offer.

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It had taken nearly an hour, but finally Doyle had been convinced that he could leave the arrangements for the ore shipment to the two ex-outlaws. Promising to confer with Heyes and ride up to the mine as soon as possible the man had gone away quickly eager to leave his company.

Sitting back Kid exhaled and moved to finish his coffee wondering for the umpteenth time that hour why he had ever thought outlawing hard work. Word had quickly spread in the diner as to who he was and he noted all the tables near him were vacant despite people waiting.

He signed wondering how long respectability would follow amnesty, or if it ever would. Still this job with Carnegie wouldn't hurt. Maybe some of his propriety would rub off on them. It was hard going straight when the only places you were welcome were full of the temptations and problems of your past. What they needed was an invitation to polite society.

The stranger caught his eye the minute he came through the door.

Setting his cup down he seemed completely unaware of the man crossing the room inconspicuously to reach him.

But in truth his eyes had missed nothing and the gun on his hip had been unhooked from the moment the man laid eyes on him.

"Mr. Curry?" the stranger said reaching his table.

"Who's asking?"

"I work for Mr. Carnegie. My name is Adam McKenzie."

"Message from my partner?" Kid asked indicating he should take a seat.

"Not exactly, he is meeting with Mr. Carnegie at the moment, which is why he asked me to speak with you. Mr. Carnegie is very sincere in his desire to have your cousin join his organization."

"And?"

"And he wants just your cousin. Unfortunately a man with your skills and …reputation would not be an asset to his firm."

"My cousin can make up his own mind."

"Mr. Carnegie fears his loyalty to you might force him to decline his very generous offer."

"So he sent you along to tell me to back off is that it?" Kid's eyes had gone dark blue and if possible colder, but the man didn't seem bothered.

"I am unarmed Mr. Curry, please save your indignation. Surely you wish what is best for your cousin?"

"Mister I think you better be moving along."

"I told you I am unarmed."

"Makes no difference. As badly as I wanna wipe that superior smirk off your face I wouldn't need my gun."

The man got up hastily and tossed an envelope down on the table. "$1000 for a fresh start. All you have to do is walk away."

Kid didn't move, the man sighed and turned to go, "I would have hoped your loyalty to your cousin was as great as his for you."

Kid watched him leave and looked down. His coffee was cold and suddenly so was the day.

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Heyes opened the door to their room after the pre-arranged tap to find his partner studying a map of the area spread over the small table that had come with the street facing room.

"How did it go?" Kid asked stretching and glancing out the window surprised. "I didn't realize it was so late."

The tone was not accusing, but Heyes felt irritable anyway. He had stopped off for a drink hoping the answer to his problem would materialize.

"It was Carnegie all right, in the flesh," Heyes said slipping off his vest and not meeting his partner's eyes.

"He offer you a job?" Kid asked.

"Yea," it wasn't until Heyes had answered he realized his cousin had just said you and startled he looked up to see Kid smiling excited and pleased for him.

"That's great Heyes, you said it was just what you wanted, congratulations!"

Kid's genuine delight in his good fortune sunk his spirits deeper. Not that he had expected anything less. Since childhood he had always been able to count on his cousin's support no matter how wild the schemes. Even when he had discovered outlawing he had backed Heyes's hand loyally.

"So when do you start?" Kid asked slapping him on the back and pulling out a bottle filled two glasses with a drink to toast his success.

"Kid he just wants me."

His partner let a small smile escape, "Heyes I knew that when he just invited you for lunch."

"But were partners! The Agency!"

Kid leaned back in his chair and smiled suddenly looking the older of the two.

"Heyes this day had to happen, you've always been cleverer than me. Man like Carnegie is smart to recognize your talent and skill."

"And what about yours?" Heyes said standing and downing the drink not sure who he was mad at.

"Got the Doyle Mine job and they'll be others," Kid grinned. It was an open, sunny smile and Heyes finally began to appreciate it for the first time.

"You can't do that job alone…" Heyes said concerned.

"You are right Heyes, I can't, but there are lots of the boys around I can call on to help me. I'll be fine. Heyes you can't let this go by. I was just thinking earlier how nice it would be for our names to gain some respectability. To be able to be introduced to a lady and not have her shrink back in terror. Carnegie's name has the power to do that."

Heyes considered this. "He wants me based in Denver. We could move the agency there from Cheyenne and I could help you at night with the cases."

"You just look after this new job, we'll talk about it more when you get to Denver. When does he want to leave?'

"Tomorrow," Heyes said apologetically. "He's only going to be here a few weeks and he wants to show me the ropes himself. Look let me get to know him, get his confidence, I know I can convince him I need you. Why by the time he leaves I'll have a sweet job lined up for you too and we'll both be Carnegie executives!" Heyes blurted out.

"Sure you will," Kid said holding up his glass, which Heyes finally clinked in salute. "To our new futures!"

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"You sure you don't want me to wait till you see if this job is gonna work out?" Heyes said uneasily as he stood on the train platform not caring he was keeping Carnegie and his private train waiting.

"Heyes I'll be fine. Besides Doyle's mine is right out of Denver I won't be that far if you need me."

It didn't strike Heyes as funny that Kid was offering him help. And oddly it made him feel a lot better knowing he would be able to call on his cousin for advice.

"I'll find us a place as soon as I get to Denver and telegraph you at Silverton with the address," Heyes said shifting his bag to his left hand and offering the other.

Kid grinned, "Yea well don't go taking over Carnegie's business too fast, let the man think he's in charge a little while longer!" and ignoring the hand hugged him like family and then knowing someone had to do it turned and with one final wave good bye was gone.

Heyes stood there not sure what had just happened, but he knew it didn't feel right.

Behind him the train whistle blew and automatically he caught the step rail and pulled himself up and stepped inside.

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It was only as the train caught the bend and left his sight that Kid finally let his shoulders sag. He needed a drink; hell he needed a bottle. Losing a partner was not something he wanted face sober.

He had known this day would come eventually. During their outlaw years he had been an asset for Heyes, even going for the amnesty his gun had helped keep them alive. But now free of their past Heyes was only hampered partner whose one claim to fame was his speed with a six gun. Those days were ending. The world was getting civilized and he had been left behind.

Heyes would go on to do great things without him and he had no doubt as soon as Carnegie realized completely what a find he had in Heyes there would be no stopping him.

It was clear his partner no longer needed him or his gun to succeed.

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"So your partner was not adverse to your accepting the position?" Carnegie said curious as Heyes joined him having settled into his room on the train.

"My cousin was pleased with my good fortune," Heyes said stiffly.

The man nodded, he had heard the two were loyal and felt better about sending McKenzie to encourage Curry to release his partner from any obligation.

A man in his position needed men with such loyalty and he had no intention of sharing either Heyes's genius or allegiance.

"There has been a change of plans. We will be heading straight to New York from here."

Heyes looked up startled. "But you said you needed me here in Denver…" Heyes said suddenly feeling trapped and slightly manipulated.

"Yes, eventually, but for the moment I need you to learn the ropes with me. McKenzie will be handling things in Denver until which time I can release you."

"How long will I be in New York?" Heyes said his mind working through this news.

"Three months, six at the most. I need you to understand every facet of my organization if you are to be of any use to me."

Heyes, poker player that he was, did not let his emotions show, but he was not happy.

Working for Carnegie in Denver was one thing, but New York? The west was his home, the only family he had was there and while it would be interesting to see that part of the world someday, he had always presumed it would be under his conditions. One of which was that his cousin would be with him.

He could ask Kid to join him there, but he knew his cousin would be as out of place as he would be, especially without work.

"Mr. Heyes is there a problem?"

"I'm not sure sir, I'll have to let you know," he admitted honestly.

Carnegie nodded, but was too confident of the lure of power and money to be worried. "I need you to familiarize yourself with these contracts, give me your opinion and any thoughts concerning the items discussed."

Dismissed Heyes reached his room and pulling off his jacket and tie opened his bag. Max had offered to unpack for him, but he had firmly, but graciously refused.

Carnegie had been quite clear about his dislike of firearms even going so far as to tell Heyes he did not allow them on the train. Heyes had nodded, but made no promises not to arrive unarmed, which was why his gun and holster lay hid at the bottom of his bag. He had been an outlaw too long and without Kid watching his back he felt a degree of comfort in knowing he would have the means to defend himself should the occasion arise.

Not that he would likely have a need back east, but all the civilization he had read about made him more nervous than the worse cow town.

Lying down on the bed to study the documents he had been given his quick mind made short work of the information. Looking up at the ceiling he carefully analyzed what he had read; ideas and suggestions forming until he was satisfied with what his response would be when questioned over them. This done he frowned all ready feeling slightly bored and more than a little trapped. Glancing out the window he bit back a smile as he realized they had robbed this line several times and tried to shake how good the memories of the crimes were.

Trying to keep his mind on good honest employment he picked up his jacket and decided to get acquainted with the rest of the staff, while he explored the train.

It would give him a chance to think out this newest development and decide what his reaction would be. It wouldn't due to anger a man as important as Carnegie; but then again Heyes was not a man to be manipulated. He doubted seriously the decision to return back east had just come up and McKenzie's instant dislike of him confirmed the Denver position had never really been his.

The man rightfully felt Heyes was usurping his spot, a position Heyes would have gladly traded with him.

On impulse he went to the small desk in his room and penned a telegram to Kid. The train would stop in Denver for at least an hour. Kid would be nearby checking out the Doyle Mine. If he could get a message out at the next station they passed Kid could meet him there and they could talk this out.

Knowing he would have his partner's advice he hurried out of the room feeling a little more in control once again.

An hour later he had learned Carnegie had 6 full time employees excluding himself and the engine crew of three.

There was the cook, Rudy, an older man and former slave who seemed wary and then pleasantly surprised by Heyes coming into the kitchen to introduce himself to him and the young Mexican boy who assisted him, Manuel.

Marcus, Carnegie's secretary, was a sickly looking young man of 23 with a nervous temperament that left him speechless when Heyes stopped by his desk.

Even in a suit and his gun packed in his bag the man seemed terrified Heyes was suddenly going to transform into the outlaw blazed on the last dime novel he had read and terrorize the train.

Putting the man out of his misery he left him resisting the urge to slam the door and make him jump out of his seat.

The train consisted of three passengers cars, the last used for storage which included a stable with horses; it was here he found the groom Isaac he had met earlier tending them. The boy's eyes had lit up at Heyes's arrival and it was clear word of his exploits were well known and in this case the cause of hero worship.

The first car had been turned into the office/library he had seen on his arrival and the second containing sleeping and dining quarters. It was all very well run and organized and he merely had to ask for anything he required.

"Everything meet with your satisfaction?" McKenzie said watching him amused as he entered the lounge.

Heyes gave the man a practiced smile, "Just getting the lay of the land."

"Yes I suppose you rather do have some experience with that regarding trains don’t you Mr. Heyes," he remarked dryly. "Thank you Max, perhaps Mr. Heyes would care for a drink before supper?" McKenzie said and Heyes wondered if the still impeccably dressed servant was ever off duty.

"No thank you, but I do have telegram I'd like sent," Heyes said pulling the envelope from his pocket.

"We will be in Denver in the morning sir," Max told him politely.

"Yes but we'll stop for water just over the border in a few minutes and they have a telegraph," Heyes said corrected politely.

"And how would you know that?" McKenzie said slightly annoyed. "Oh I forget you probably robbed it."

"Actually I spoke with the engineer," Heyes said his smile cold.

"With the train moving? You can't get to the engine with the train moving," McKenzie said haughtily.

"You can't, I can," Heyes said growing bored.

"Dinner is about to be served sir," Max said concerned and added helpfully. "Mr. Carnegie prefers his guests to be on time. Perhaps I could see to the telegraph for you sir?"

"Thank you," Heyes said realizing he was going to have to get used to people doing things for him if he stayed on.

"Alas I will not be joining you for supper as my new position requires I introduce myself to some of Mr. Carnegie's business partners."

"Yes he told me he had a secret interest in many of the mines around here," Heyes said

"You say secret like that is a bad thing Mr. Heyes," McKenzie said amused. "I can't tell you how disappointed I am not to be able to see the infamous Hannibal Heyes in action. I mean before now all Mr. Carnegie has had available are Harvard men like myself," McKenzie said. "But I don't doubt I'll be getting a telegraph requesting my return soon enough. Leopards don't change their spots. He'll soon learn the true makings of you sir."

"As he did you?" Heyes asked simply dismissing the man and exiting.

Angry McKenzie watched him leave just as Max re-entered the room.

"He's sharper than he acts," McKenzie hissed under his breath. "What does the telegram say?"

"It's to Curry, asking him to meet him in Denver."

"Well as Mr. Curry is right where we want him I don't think we need to be sending this," McKenzie said striking a match and in a moment the paper was in ashes.

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Kid Curry left the mining camp feeling good about what he had accomplished. If he and Heyes were able to show the Colorado miners that they could work out a system that would keep their shipments and payroll safe then they would be well on their way.

He stopped, they, he kept saying that. Heyes was going to be far too busy working for Carnegie to participate in the fledgling nickel and dime business that was their detection service. He had no doubt he could make a living at it, but he also knew that without the drive and imagination that his partner brought to the team it would never reach its full potential. Besides if he was honest it just wasn't fun without Heyes.

Shaking his head at being so foolish he suddenly pulled his horse to a stop his senses picking up someone ahead in the rocks overlooking the road.

It was the road most people would have taken from the mine, but his desire to scout out alternative routes for the ore shipment had caused him to explore the short cuts Heyes and he had used in the past escaping posses.

The trail he was on was well hidden and besides the odd trapper virtually unknown making it ideal for the plan he was working on for the mine owner.

Knowing an ambush when he saw one he dismounted and moved closer curious.

Two men, gunmen, professional, their rifles worn and easy in their hands. They had a clean shot of anyone coming down the road and were clearly expecting someone soon.

But the road this far up only led to the Doyle mine and no shipment was expected out of there for another week; which meant only one thing.

Kid clicked back his gun. The two men whirled.

"Easy boys, drop 'em. Then how about you tell me why you're trying to kill me?"

***********************************

More than once Heyes's restless had saved his life.

McKenzie's leaving the train before Denver to familiarize himself with Carnegie's mine investments had meant the financier and Heyes had spent dinner alone and the ex-outlaw found himself warming to the man who was neither presumptuous or pompous.

The majority of the meal had been a discussion on books with them only finally touching on the papers Heyes had been given at the end. Carnegie had been impressed with Heyes's quick grasp of the information and his suggestions had caused the man to nod approvingly of the creative, intelligent responses Heyes had given.

Which had left him more confused than ever on what to do. Clearly working for Carnegie would stretch him intellectually in ways he had never thought possible, but if it meant leaving the west and his partner, was that what he really wanted?

Grateful morning would give him a chance to see Kid and make some hard decisions Heyes had retired to his room, but found neither the book nor sleep could captivate him and feeling trapped in the confines of his room went in search of a diversion.

He was in the middle corridor at the back of the train talking to Isaac when it happened, a fact that saved his life.

The explosion was like an earthquake and Heyes caught the boy as they were slammed together into the boxcar wall with him taking most the blow as he shielded Isaac. He felt the train buckle under the explosion and the car they were in derail just before he blacked out.

It was the cold air that revived him and for a moment he didn't know where he was and when he did he couldn't understand why he could see the sky while still on the train.

Slowly he pulled himself up and realized the car was leaning precariously, the remaining horse neighing terrified.

"Isaac?" he said trying to see.

"Here sir, " came a frightened voice.

"Are you hurt?"

"I don't think so sir, but the horse..."

Heyes almost smiled, boy's first concern was his duty and it was admirable.

"Your sure your not hurt?" he said finally finding the boy in the dark.

The groom nodded and cautiously Heyes managed to pry open the side door. Somewhere he heard sobbing and angry voices.

"Isaac stay here and look after the horse, I'll be back," he ordered and gingerly jumped down from the damaged car.

Someone had found a lantern and he followed the glow away from the train; grateful he had a full moon to supplement it.

He reached the small group made up of Carnegie, Rudy his cook and Manuel the young kitchen boy. They had Carnegie sitting and were trying to stop the bleeding from a cut on his forehead.

"Mr. Heyes you are alive!" Carnegie said and Heyes groaned as all three of them turned on him hopefully. If he was honest he felt far from all right. He was bruised and bloodied and his head was throbbing so hard he could hardly see straight. But every survival instinct in him had taken over and he knew they didn't have much time.

"Where is Max?" he asked checking Carnegie and satisfied he would survive.

"Dead sir," Rudy said. "In there." The older man pointed into what was left of the library car. "Strangest thing, he had this on him!" Rudy said pulling a six gun out of his apron pocket.

"A fire arm in my household!" Carnegie said indignant.

Heyes took the weapon. It was his.

"Engine crew?" he said quietly.

"Ain't nothing left of the engine, all one big mangled mess cozied up next to the coal car," Rudy continued. "You seen Isaac?"

"Isaac is fine, worried more about the horse," Heyes said mentally going over the staff. "Where is Marcus?"

"Marcus is over there, but he ain't no use, keeps whining and crying about being lied to!" Rudy said disgusted.

"You said Marcus said he was lied to?" Heyes said quietly.

"Yes sir Mr. Heyes, real upset he is, wouldn't even help me find Mr. Carnegie," Manuel said wide-eyed and still clearly terrified.

Heyes hurried over to the foppish young man and pulled him to his feet where he promptly squealed like a stuck pig.

"Don't touch me! I'm hurt."

"You'll be more than hurt if you don't tell me what's going on!"

"He lied! He said…he said he cared for me, he said it would be just a little explosion to stop the train!"

"What the hell?" Rudy said starting to get angry.

'Marcus what are you talking about!" Carnegie said in shock.

"I'm not, I don't want to talk anymore," the man said dropping back down and putting his head in his hands.

"Who would do this?" Carnegie said horrified.

"Someone who wanted you," Heyes said simply. "And they would have succeeded, they certainly used enough explosive to stop it, only thing was they didn't know about the gap."

"The what?" Rudy asked.

"My partner and I used to stop trains on this line all the time. The ground looks secure, but if you check the railroad plans you learn they had a devil of time with the soil shifting so they created some fortified gaps along the way. If you place the dynamite wrong all you do is cause the trestling under the track to fail and the first cars cave in. That's why some of us are alive. The front of the train took the brunt of it. Amateurs!" Heyes added disgusted.

"They could have killed us all!" Carnegie said horrified.

"No one was supposed to get killed! Marcus suddenly wailed pointing to Heyes accusingly. "Except him! He just wanted to impress you Mr. Carnegie by saving you from them! Make you realize you didn't need ruffians like him working for you!"

"Who?" Carnegie said stunned.

"On a guess I'd say McKenzie I don't think he liked being sent to Denver," Heyes said simply his mind working on a plan. If Max was in on it then Kid probably didn't get his telegram, which meant for the moment they were on their own.

"Adam is a genius," the young man said adoringly. "They would have believed you were behind it too when they found your partner's body here as well…" Marcus suddenly went white at Heyes's expression.

"What are you talking about!" Heyes growled grabbing him.

"Mr. Carnegie don't let him hit me!" the man cried terrified and rightly so.

"Tell him what he wants to know or I'll take a swing at you me self you fool fop!" Carnegie growled.

"When he heard you were replacing him with this outlaw he came up with a plan. It was suppose to look like they tried to kidnap you. Adam is going to ride out and rescue you having discovered the plot. Max and I…"

"Max was in on this too?" Carnegie said sinking into a seat.

Heyes paused trying to think despite how much his head hurt.

"Mr. Carnegie I don't think the plan was to impress you, I think Max meant to kill you, blame my partner and I with the botched kidnapping and allow McKenzie to take control of your company. Which means we have to keep them from finding you."

Heyes hurried down the battered train and reaching the last car banged on it until a shaken Isaac peered out.

"Mr. Heyes!" the boy said relieved.

"Isaac is the horse hurt?" Heyes asked.

"No sir, just frightened. I've calmed him down"

"We have to get you out of here," Heyes said turning to Carnegie, a plan forming.

"You want me to try and outride them?" Carnegie said clearly doubtful of the success of such a plan.

Heyes turned and smiled at the man giving him the oddest sense of hope. "I learned a long time ago Mr. Carnegie that a posse can be fooled! Now take off your clothes!"

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"What the hell happened!" McKenzie said feeling nauseous as he and the six riders with him pulled up at the ridge overlooking the derailed train. "You told me Brander you could stop it without anyone being hurt!" he screamed at the man beside him.

"Look McKenzie stopping a train ain't never no easy business," the older, unshaven man said spitting out a wad of tobacco unconcerned. "You wanted it stopped, we stopped it."

Shaking his head at the cretins he had been forced to employ, McKenzie galloped down the hill to the mangled wreckage sprawled off the track.

"Where is Mr. Carnegie?" he said getting off his horse as Rudy and Isaac came forward.

"Mr. McKenzie! Thank the Lord you are here!" Rudy said throwing up his hands and appearing terrified. "Just been terrible what with Mr. Max hurt!"

"Max is hurt?" McKenzie said suddenly genuinely worried.

"He's over there, Manuel is seeing to him, hurt bad he was," Isaac said pointing over to where the bearded conductor sat groaning in pain, a bloody cloth held up to his face.

"Max?" McKenzie hissed shooing Manuel away. "Where is Carnegie? Did you do it?"

"Mr. Heyes took him sir!" Isaac volunteered helpfully. "You just missed him!"

And to confirm this startling discovery he pointed up the far hill where a horse with two riders was struggling to reach the top and over.

"Damn him!" McKenzie hissed under his breath. "Where is Marcus?"

"Unconscious," Rudy said innocently. "Head hit something."

McKenzie hurried to his horse and as he did saw three horses approaching, two with riders upright and another with a man slung over his saddle.

"Well at least they got that part right," he swore and pulled Brander over.

"Have Jacobs stay here. When Raymond and Archie get here with Curry's body kill them all with his gun and make sure you leave him where they can find him easily."

"You going after Heyes and Carnegie?" Jacobs said having no objections to the bloodshed.

"Yes, you'll be able to get rid of two birds with one bullet!"

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Heyes pulled the horse in and looked back down at the train. It was almost dawn and he could clearly see McKenzie and his men. Shifting the weight of Max's dead body he hoped the ruse of dressing him in Carnegie's clothes would fool the riders into chasing them. But it all depended on if McKenzie had believed Carnegie was Max.

Suddenly he smiled as McKenzie mounted up to follow him. It had worked!

Then the smile slid from his face. There in the distance coming up fast on the train. Three horses. And the one with a man slung over it was Kid's.

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Jacobs lit a smoke and stared at the motley group McKenzie had left him with. He had no problem killing them, but he resented McKenzie giving the orders. Man was too arrogant by half. Not sensing a threat the outlaw turned to watch the riders approaching and as he did felt someone come up behind him and grab him round the neck in a chokehold.

"Just stand real still mister," Rudy said removing the outlaw's gun from its holster and releasing him.

"What the hell you doing boy? You heard Mr. McKenzie I'm here to look after you and get you back to town."

"Mr. Heyes thinks different and I'm more tending to believe him," Rudy said with a wicked smile. "Now he only gave me a real fast lesson on how to use these here pistol, but I do believe I could blow out your heart at this range on what he taught."

The riders reached them and slowly one of the men in a dark poncho and hat raised his head to reveal two stormy blue eyes.

"Hold it right there mister," Rudy said turning his gun on him. "You fellas just git off them horses right slow and no one will git hurt."

Isaac and Carnegie had joined him now and nodding Kid slowly dismounted and it was only then they realized the other rider's hands were tied to the saddle horn.

Rudy's surprise was all Kid needed to reach his gun and send the pistol he was holding from his hand with one crack shot.

"Now where is Heyes?" Kid said dangerously.

"Mr. Curry?" Carnegie said as Rudy and Isaac stared in awe at the gun that had so effortlessly been taken from them.

"I am," Kid said.

"You suppose to be dead!" Rudy said indignant, but finally grinned as he realized the man tied across the horse was stirring and not dead after all.

"Knew they couldn't out shoot you!" Isaac said in awe. "Mr. Heyes led those other men off with Max dressed like Mr. Carnegie, he sure is clever!"

"He sure is," Kid said relieved his partner had survived the train wreck. "Tie this fella up and put him with these two," Kid said pulling the failed bushwhackers off their horses. "The sheriff is on his way you folks just need to sit tight till he gets here," Kid said mounting back up and checking the guns he had collected.

"There are six of them Mr. Curry," Carnegie said. "Would it not be best to wait for the sheriff and his men?"

"Best for me, but not my partner," Kid said simply turning to leave.

"You going after him?" Isaac said relieved. "He was feeling a mite poorly. I think he got himself hurt in the wreck worsen than he let on."

"That sounds like Heyes, always forgetting to fall down when he's hurt," Kid sighed.

"Mr. Curry he believes you are, that they might of killed you…" Rudy said.

"Then I better get there fore he shoots them all," Kid said kicking his horse. "People killin' us tends to rile him."

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Heyes had been chased while riding double before. More than once was the time he or Kid had lost a horse at a bad moment and been forced to share a ride to avoid capture. Unfortunately the dead body of Carnegie's butler in no way resembled the synchronized way his cousin and he could ride in harmony together.

Remembering the times he had rode with Kid caused the vision of the body thrown over the horse to haunt him. The more he tried to push it away the more it taunted him and clenching his teeth he urged the horse further up into the rocks.

Revenge would require just the right spot.

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Kid Curry had moved past weariness and frustration and rode now on blind fury. His partner had been set up and nearly killed. Their days of being hunted were suppose to be over, Heyes had been so excited about the future and for him to be betrayed with such cold hearted calculation angered Kid even more than learning of his own death sentence had.

Cutting through the trees he knew where Heyes would head. He was trying to buy time for Carnegie and the others. And if he thought it had been him strapped across that horse he would be looking for payback for both of them.

Out numbered he would need a place that gave him the advantage and Kid knew just the place. The trick would be if his partner could reach it in time.

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Heyes left the horse at the foot of the cliff after depositing Max's body in the mouth of the rocks. He knew the horse would be found and the blood from the body would make it appear he or Carnegie was hurt and getting careless.

There was only one obvious way up and Heyes had every hope the men following him would take it presuming they could wait Heyes out until his ammunition was gone. The alternative was a sharp, deadly incline no sane man would navigate if he didn't have to and since McKenzie felt he had the upper hand would not even consider.

Leaving the body propped up in a sitting position he checked his gun. With a little luck they would think he was with the decoy allowing him a chance to sneak up behind them.

He knew there was a way, Kid had found it once when they had split up from a posse but he would have to move quick to get into position before the others reached him.

Standing he slipped his gun into his belt and felt a wave of dizziness streak across his eyes.

His body was screaming to just sit down and shut out the light for a few minutes, but the memory of his partner's body across that horse was prodding him on. At the moment the need for revenge was greater than the need for rest and taking a deep breath he turned to move into position.

"It's easier this way."

He whirled on the voice, instantly regretting it and stared at the bedraggled figure just above him.

"Kid?" his voice cracked and he was forced to lean back against the rock to steady himself. "You look terrible," he felt it important to add.

"Yea well that's a hell of climb," Kid said reaching him and pulling off his canteen. "Speaking of which how much of the train did you hit?"

Heyes straightened on his scrutinizing look and countered, "You are suppose to be dead."

"Yea well Heyes all I can say is I'm glad we got out of the business when we did. Men got no pride in their work any more."

Heyes found himself starting to laugh and taking a slug of water savored it.

"I was thinking the same thing when I saw that train."

"So you planning on getting the drop on them from the ridge?"

"Yes, I was trying to remember how you did it last time."

"Why don't you let me handle it and you cover me from here," Kid suggested casually not letting on for an instant how much the dried blood on his partner's face was worrying him.

"I'm fine," Heyes said with familiar stubbornness. "You just worry about your three and I'll worry about mine."

"Heyes there are 7 of them," Kid said quietly.

"I 'm not counting McKenzie. We don't shoot him. Him we save for me to beat senseless."

"Always planned to," Kid said and handed Heyes a second gun.

And together they started the climb up.

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Sheriff John Boyd pulled his horse up and looked back to make sure Carnegie was holding his own. He had not been too thrilled when the financier had demanded to be deputized and ride along with the men he had assembled; though he could understand the man's feelings in the matter, especially after seeing the train.

When Kid Curry had walked into his office with the two bushwhackers and a plan he had been dubious, but now as they bore down on the group he felt nothing but a grudging respect. The man might have been an outlaw, maybe still was to his way of thinking, but he would have made a hell of a lawman.

"Curry went over that?" Carnegie said staring.

"Yup, said he wanted to reach his partner in time," Boyd said pushing back his hat and shaking his head. "Wouldn't want to try it myself."

"Well aren't we going to move on?" Carnegie said impatient.

"No sir we aren't, not till I know where everyone is. Now I can see the whole clearing from here and I want to make sure I'm not gonna get caught into a crossfire."

"But Mr. Heyes will need our help," Carnegie felt obligated to remark. He was still unsure how he felt about the ex-outlaw after what had happened. Technically what happened was in no way Heyes's fault, but it would not have even been thought of if he had not been who he was.

"Mr. Carnegie he's got Kid Curry watching his back and any man in law enforcement worth his salt knows that's a team you don't take lightly. Look!"

Carnegie turned sharply to where the lawman pointed.

McKenzie and his men had entered the clearing and were converging on the rock enclave where Max could be partly seen.

They moved confident and boldly taken in by the ruse.

"We know you are in there Heyes, send out Carnegie and we'll make a deal," McKenzie said with a smug smile.

"How about you drop your guns and we'll let you live," Heyes said from behind him.

The man turned with the others and after that Carnegie had trouble keeping up. Two of the gunmen went down immediately as Curry burst into view in a show of cold, deadly skill.

"Oh my God how did he…" Carnegie gasped.

Never had he seen two men work in such harmony. They seemed to read each other's mind, second-guessing the other's need, never hesitating to put themselves in the line of fire to protect the other.

And while Curry clearly had the faster gun, Heyes's skill was clearly superior to the men they were facing.

There was no doubt Curry was taking extra chances due to Heyes's injury and Carnegie felt a growing respect for the man's unwavering determination.

And yet despite his injuries Heyes was managing to back up his cousin with the same dogged resolve, leaping in to take down a man out of Curry's range of vision just as he aimed to shoot him in the back.

It was over in a minute and as Heyes dragged McKenzie from the bushes where he cowered hiding the Sheriff whistled for his men to move in, but only after grinning not to hurry none, fair was fair.

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Heyes, his knuckles bloody, let McKenzie's body fall no longer having the energy to hold him up. Somewhere around the 8^th punch the pain in his head had overcome the desire to hit him one more time.

Kid looked up from the tree he was leaning against reloading his gun waiting for his partner to get his anger out of his system. He had known Heyes too long to try and get him to sit down or even wait. With Heyes's temper it was wiser just to give it an out and stay clear while he did. Around him he kept a watchful eye on the men they had captured. Only one was hurt enough to need immediately care, the rest were just winged and wise enough to nurse their wounds in silence after watching Heyes take McKenzie apart.

"Heyes if this is your idea of a nice cozy desk job I'm going back to riding drag," Kid said finally putting his gun back and walking over to his cousin. "Can you ride?"

"Of course I can ride," Heyes said indignant and then added not completely jokingly. "Did you mean upright?"

"I thought so," Kid sighed.

"Just why are you here anyway?"

"They made the mistake of trying to kill me too. The plan was to leave my body at the train sight and accuse you of kidnapping Carnegie."

"Tried to kill you? You'd think they'd know how annoyed that would make you."

"Did rile me a bit."

They had been moving slowly, Heyes accepting, but not commenting on his partner supporting his arm and a great deal of his weight. He felt like he was going to topple over at any moment.

"Mr. Carnegie," Heyes said reaching the older man who looked a far cry from the distinguished gentlemen he had met days ago. "Glad to see your safe.' He moved to walk always and then stopped as if something had just occurred to him. "Oh and one other thing, I quit."

Kid caught him before he hit the ground.

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"Heyes will you lie still, the doctor's just seen to you and it will cost me double if I gotta bring him back to re-fix those bandages," Kid growled as Heyes opened his eyes and immediately tried to sit up.

"Where am I?"

"Silverton, hotel."

"I don't remember coming here."

"Not surprised," Kid grinned relaxing slightly as he realized his friend was going to put up a fight. "You thirsty."

"Yea, yea thank," he said letting Kid pull him up for drink. "Am I gonna live? My head is giving me doubts."

"Yup, but only if you get some rest."

"The Doc say that?"

"No I did cause I'll shoot you myself if you try and get out of that bed understand?"

"You sure are grumpy," Heyes said softly his eyes closing. "Bounty hunters got better bedside manners…"

His voice trailed off as sleep overtook him and relieved Kid got up and stretched only to be surprised by a knock at the door. Gun drawn he carefully opened surprised to find Carnegie alone.

"Mr. Curry, how is he?"

Kid sighed and stepped into the hallway, "Asleep," he said.

"I really must talk to him."

"Well its gonna have to wait," Kid said firmly.

"I'm sure you understand how imperative that the details of all of this is kept from the papers."

Kid sighed cynically, "Yea I figured you had another reason for stopping by."

"I will compensate you both for your discretion and of course I wanted to thank Mr. Heyes for what he did and tell him that I accept his resignation. This experience has convinced me that men such as him and yourself are not suitable for the type of employment my company could offer you."

"Look Mr. Carnegie, my partner had nothing to do with that kidnapping, I don't think you should blame him for what happened," Kid said angry. "So if you want our discretion you better be prepared to un-accept his resignation."

Carnegie stared at him intrigued; "You want your cousin to work for me?"

"I want my cousin to have a chance at something great. All our lives we've had bad luck and bad choices, well this time I'm not letting either snatch something good away."

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"Heyes the doctor said a week."

"Were gonna starve if I lay here for a week," Heyes grumbled taking the steps from the second floor carefully pretending he was studying the painting on the sloping wall to cover his unsteadiness.

Kid rolled his eyes. His cousin had been unconscious for almost a day and tossed and turned for another after the doctor had seen him.

"Heyes have I ever let you starve?" Kid said amused and it made Heyes glare at him, which was a good sign.

"You never did tell me what happened to McKenzie and his bunch," Heyes said trying to distract him.

"Left them and Carnegie with the Sheriff."

"You mean you didn't wait to explain? What else did you have to do…"

Kid looked at him.

Heyes frowned understanding. "I wasn't that hurt."

"Yea I realized that later, but you were too unconscious at the time to tell me," Kid said sighing like he was hard put upon. "Come on your gonna be late."

"Late for where?" Heyes said suspicious as he reached the bottom step.

"Well I figured if you wanted to get up you might as well have a good reason. Carnegie has been bugging me to see you ever since he got back into town. Guess he doesn't want to accept your resignation. So go have lunch with him and tell him you didn't mean you were quitting."

Kid took a step towards the hotel dining room and noticed Heyes had not followed.

"I did mean it," Heyes said simply.

"Heyes this is your dream job."

"Kid I realized something the last couple of days. You can take the man out of outlawing, but you can't take the outlaw out of the man. Can you really see me at a desk job? Heck if I had wanted that kind of work I could have gotten into it long before I took up with Plummer and Jim."

"Heyes if this is about me I can manage just…"

"Course its about you, its about you and me. Kid together we made the Devil's Hole Gang the most successful gang in the history of the west."

"You've been reading those dime novels again haven’t you?" Kid said dryly.

"And together were gonna make Smith and Jones the most successful Detective Agency in the world."

"Oh its world now?"

"Yea, I thought we weren't thinking big enough. World is becoming a smaller place Kid, getting civilized."

"Yea I saw that the last couple of days."

"Your partner makes a good point Mr. Curry, excuse me gentlemen, I saw you from the window," Carnegie said from the doorway as they both turned.

"Mr. Carnegie I'm not going to change my mind, I'm sorry," Heyes said.

"Come in and have a drink I have proposition you both might find interesting." the man tempted.

Kid and Heyes looked at each other.

"Just listen to the man Heyes," Kid said softly.

Heyes finally nodded, more from realizing if he didn't sit down he would fall down and allowed himself to be led into the hotel dining room reserved for them alone.

"I'm still not changing my mind," Heyes said exhaling as he sipped the wine and appreciated the coolness of the room.

"Not even if I wanted both you and your cousin?"

Kid looked up surprised, "Forgive me Mr. Carnegie, but I thought you didn't want a 'hired gun' on your payroll?"

"All right Mr. Curry I will eat my words. You are far more than that. I was fool to try and split you up. Do you gentlemen know how steel is made? Simply put you take iron ore and coal and heat it until it bonds. Creates something so strong it can hold up skyscrapers, withstand just about anything. Well you two together are just the same. You've been bound in much the same way."

Heyes smiled softly appreciating the picture, "Thank you, but I don't think we'd do real well in New York."

"Yes I figured that out as well. One does not tie a thoroughbred to a pony cart. Therefore I would like to put your agency on retainer. I will from time to time need men of integrity, intellect and imagination to supply me with information and help in my business empire. You are such men."

"How much of a retainer?" Heyes asked and didn't wince when Kid kicked him under the table.

"A very generous one I assure you. I would also not hesitate to recommend your services to other colleagues."

The two men looked at each other.

Heyes took a sip of wine and met his partner's eyes.

"I think we might be able to fit you in."

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"What are you gonna do with those?" Kid asked confused as Heyes directed the wagonload of books into town.

"Figured they would be easier to read here in town."

Kid stared at him, "You aren't thinking of keeping them!"

Heyes rolled his eyes then coughed, as he had to admit honestly he had played with the idea. "Well maybe one or two. Besides we couldn't just leave them out there," Heyes said, but a smile played at his lips and Kid frowned as a group of well dressed ladies descended on the wagon excited as the two men dismounted and tied up their horses.

"Heyes what are you up to?" Kid said suspicious. "Carnegie just paid us to quietly check the wreckage for any other participants in the plot against him."

"Yea and we got the information he wanted, besides I told him we took the books."

"Mr. Heyes it is all you promised and more!" a dewy eyed young woman said hurrying up and kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you so much!"

"You must let us thank you properly!" a second dark hair beauty said coming up with the others all a flutter with excitement. "The Silverton Ladies Literary Society insists."

"No thanks are necessary ladies," Heyes said with his best smile and added almost shyly. "I just hope those books will help some young boy grow up better than we did and not make the mistakes we made."

His eyes were so sincere several hearts broke on the spot.

"Oh Mr. Heyes you and your partner have paid your debt to society and you mustn't think badly of yourselves. Convincing Mr. Carnegie to donate those books was the act of a truly repentant heart," a terribly properly dressed woman found herself saying.

"Ma'am, I so hope your right, but I can't argue when the ladies are as…I was gonna say pretty, but that would be forward, forgive me ma'am."

Kid rolled his eyes and half expected his partner to pull out a blush and kick the dirt.

"Oh I think we can forgive a man saying such things," one of the women giggled and another looked quite close to swooning.

"You must at least let us find a way to thank you," one piped up excited.

"Well ma'am there is something you ladies could do," Heyes said looking up hopeful and embarrassed and Kid could have sworn they all leaned in as one. "It's a lot to ask of such respectable fine women as yourselves…."

"What is it Mr. Heyes?" one whispered.

"My partner and I will be looking after the mine payrolls for Mr. Carnegie and some of the other mine owners, which means from time to time we'll be in your fair town. We were wondering, no it's too much to expect us being ex outlaws and all."

"Oh please what is it?" one of the women begged.

"Well would it be possible to perhaps borrow a book from the library? We'd come after hours so as not to upset the other patrons. We understand folks, well respectable folks don't want to be around men like us."

"Mr. Heyes," the leader of the group said standing taller. "You and Mr. Curry will be welcome in the Silverton library any time you are in town, no matter what the hour! And I think I speak for all the women here that we wish more men had your courage and sensitivity."

Heyes managed to tear up and coughed clearly embarrassed implying the woman's kindness had had such an emotional impact on him to the point he impulsively leaned over and kissed her cheek. The woman blushed furiously as the others looked on enviously.

"Forgive me ma'am, some women still bring out the outlaw in me! I didn't mean to offend you!"

"Oh I wasn't offended!" the woman assured him slightly dazed.

Several more minutes were spent offering and accepting dinner invites until finally the women scurried away talking excitedly and looking back longingly at the two men.

"Bring out the outlaw in you Heyes?" Kid said starting to laugh.

"You said you wanted respectable folk talking to us, now you got it and they're pretty too!" Heyes said pleased with himself.

Kid grinned, "Lets hope the men in town see it that way, but thank you, your right it does feel nice being on the inside of a town for a change."

"Kid this is just the start," Heyes said clapping an arm around his shoulders. "With Carnegie approving of us we might get too respectable for our own good."

Kid glanced over at one of the women who had stopped and was smiling at him, "Oh I don't thank that will ever happen Heyes," he said and grinned back at her in such a way she blushed and hurried off deliciously scandalized. "So how do you think Carnegie is gonna take to being a…what was that word again?"

"Philanthropic?" Heyes smiled considering it. "Ya know Kid I got the feeling he might be even better at it than he is at making money!"