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"Twelve Gs in gold sterling," Sarah replied, surveying the scene below. In two minutes, the train would be there, and she'd be on it. "I'd bet my ass on it." (Wink wink nudge nudge.)
She adjusted the spool of wire running from a servo on her left arm, and checked to make sure her Revolver was snugly in its holster. "You sure you can get the horses around in time? That much cash is worthless if I don't have a getaway."
In the distance, a thin trail of smoke grew visible, not to the naked eye, but doubtless plain to Ashley's enhanced vision.
"And this wire will support my weight?" Sarah added, cautiously.
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