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“If I get up on that roof, I can pick ‘im off easy.”

Chris looked up, measuring the angle from the peaked roof of the hardware store to the bank where a woman was being held at gunpoint. “All right. Just don’t go and do anything stupid.”

“Dang, and here I was plannin’ on doing a jig up there.”

“Smart ass.”

Without bothering to reply, he made his way to the rooftop. Moments later with the single crack of a rifle shot, it was done. Coming back to the ground, Vin grinned at Chris. “Like lickin’ butter off a knife.”

ATF

“Throw me another.”

“Careful. Don’t go and do anything stupid now, like drop one of them on your head,” Nathan warned. “I didn’t bring my medical kit.”

Ignoring him, Ezra nodded to Vin, who tossed an empty beer bottle, which the southerner deftly caught and incorporated with the other flying twirling objects.

“Another.”

Vin tossed a sixth bottle, waiting until Ezra again nodded before adding a seventh. They flew in perfect sync for about ten seconds, then Ezra lost his rhythm and jumped back, allowing all seven bottles to fall to the carpet with a dull crash.

“Wow that was great!” JD enthused while Ezra bowed and the others dutifully clapped and whistled. “When you said you could juggle, I thought you were joking!”

“Just one of my many talents,” Ezra commented with a smug smile as he collected the bottles from the floor and the small pile of twenty dollar bills from Josiah’s palm. Josiah had decided not to bet, instead holding the wager. “Now, since you’ve added to the bounty of my wallet and emptied my refrigerator of all beverages in order that I might demonstrate this feat, I suggest we move this party over to the Saloon.”