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THE RULE OF GOLD

CHRIS ORSINI

COPYRIGHT 2011 BY CHRIS ORSINI

SMASHWORDS EDITION


THE GOLDEN RULE -- He who has the gold makes the rules.


The rumour was that all US marshals carried their identity papers in their boots, first in the most obvious place, under the lip of the insole but when this passed from secret lore to common gossip it was now special pockets along the boot’s length, hidden flush against the grain and invisible unless you knew the exact location, or only accessible by pulling at the seam.

They were all wrong of course. It was just that, a rumour, started by the marshals themselves, misdirection away from the fact that they carried them in the inner linings of their hats.

Leonard Ganley kept the farce going, looking annoyed and clawing at the top of his cleaved in Stetson, the worn and rough grained felt, a familiar friend. He threw it down on the upturned sheets of the hotel bed in anticipation of the first sleep he would have in days. His saddle bags had been turned over and emptied, everything he owned lay in a pile at his feet.

Cutler pulled a thickset hand from the interior of the right boot, turned to the man in a wolfish grey suit sitting behind him, groaned and shrugged.

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