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“Good God,” Ace snapped to himself, racing after Luther and the gang. Due to his tone of clothing, he easily could have been mistaken as one of their own.

Reno kept the pace of his horse up to par as he slapped its rear once again. A twisted laugh came out of him as he knew that they already had won. They would be toasting at the saloon tonight.