Adam was on the run again. It was practically a full time job now, and he enjoyed it. As far as he was concerned, his horse was the fastest for miles around. Paul Revere easily outran the sheriff and his posse. However, Adam had dropped his gun in his haste to leave the site of the robbery. After he was sure he had lost the group tailing him, he tied Paul up by a tree and started counting his new money, sipping from a stolen beer. The shade felt good, and he dipped his hat in the water to cool his head down. After a while, he heard hooves on the dirt trail above. He darted to his horse, ready to make a break for it, but it was just another person with their own horse. One thing was clear, though: they weren’t after Adam. They had a bandanna just like his that signaled that they were a bandit. They caught sight of him and brought their horse to a stop. “It’s alright, you can come down here.” Adam called. He may have been a thief, but he certainly wasn’t unkind. Especially to fellow bandits. “Not like I own the spot or anything.”