He didn’t like you. Sure, he’d treat you with enough respect to keep Dutch off of his back, but when it came down to it, you were little more than an annoyance.

“Would you just be quiet?” He muttered, his voice practically a growl as he fumbled with the lock on the safe. His face was practically against it, listening for that golden click as you nagged him to work faster.

Robbing the bank in Valentine hadn’t been the idea of either of you, but you couldn’t pass up a chance for some extra cash.