“Not bad for my second robbery, eh boys?” Lucinda said, shaking out her skirts of the dirt, leaves and pine needles that had collected when she rolled down the hill from the tracks.
“Second?” Wade scoffed.
“Yeah,” Lucinda said. “The one when we first met. That was my first.”
“You didn’t do anything to stop the Rosewood train,” Wade said. “You got on as a passenger and decided you liked the ring on the finger of the lady next to you. Doesn’t count.”
“I got on the train with an empty bag. You pulled us over, and I did my own looting of the first-class car,” Lucinda countered. “And I got off the train with quite a full bag, Mr. Higgs.”
“That’s only half the work,” Wade said, waving her away.
“Then fine,” Lucinda said. “Let’s call it this my one-and-a-half robbery.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Wade said. “You can’t commit half a robbery.”
Lucinda looked at him, then pulled from her bag one of the diamond bracelets she had taken off the old woman who had called her ugly. She jingled it in his face. “Maybe a little rounding is in order.”
He scowled at the swinging gemstones and snatched it from her hand.
“Fine,” he said. “Not bad for your second robbery.”