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The Feather Gang

by Jon Hovis


Copyright 2009 by Jon Hovis

Smashwords Edition


http://www.jonhovis.com

Prologue



New York City, 1874.


The sniper sat on the roof of the four story building across from the bank. He was watching the lamplighter work his way down the street lighting all the gas streetlights. Soon it would be time to go and he could relax. The waiting always made his stomach cramp. Peering down along his Spencer rifle he noticed a police officer working his way along the other side of the street. The policeman was casually strolling along swinging his billyclub and looking in all the storefronts as he passed by. “I sure hope I don’t have to shoot him,” the sniper thought. That bank just happened to be occupied by his brother and cousin, who were helping themselves to whatever was in the safe.

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