Kill Crazy by William W. Johnstone

agreed.
    After the money was buried, Johnny saddled his horse. “I don’t know about you boys, but I’m goin’ into town,” he said.
    â€œWhat? Why are you goin’ to do a dumb thing like that?” Short asked. “In case you forgot, we just robbed a bank in that town.”
    â€œI need to know if my brother is still alive, and see what I can do about gettin’ him out of there.”
    â€œYou’re goin’ to get yourself caught,” Calhoun said.
    â€œNo, I ain’t. They didn’t nobody see us without we was masked. And we was ridin’ different horses then.”
    â€œHell, Johnny’s right. We could all go back into town,” Evans said.
    â€œAre you crazy?” Short asked.
    Evans smiled. “Yeah, like a fox,” he said. “Think of it. We was all wearing these here long coats, so they didn’t nobody see what we wearin’ underneath. And like Johnny says, we was all masked and we was ridin’ different horses. Ha! More’n likely they’ve got a posse out lookin’ for us right now all over hell’s half acre, and all the time they’re a-lookin’ for us out here, why, there we’ll be right there in town, right under their noses. They won’t never think we’ll be there.”
    â€œDamn if I don’t think Evans is right,” Calhoun said with a broad smile. “And we sure as hell can’t spend none of the money out here, but if we’re in town, why, we could have us a good supper at that restaurant Emile told us about.”
    â€œAnd maybe get us a few drinks, and play some cards,” Evans said.
    â€œWhat do you say about it, Johnny?” Short asked.
    Johnny smiled. “I’d like to have me a steak and some taters.”
    â€œAnd maybe a woman to warm my bed,” Evans added. “Lord, with this much money we can get any woman we want.”
    â€œAll right,” Johnny said. “We’ll go back into town. We’ll have us a good meal, and do some drinkin’ and whorin’. But don’t none of you get drunk.”
    â€œWhat do you mean, don’t none of us get drunk?” Evans asked. “Hell, what’s the purpose of drinkin’, if you can’t get drunk?”
    â€œJohnny’s right. Sometimes when you get drunk you say things you don’t mean to be sayin’,” Short said. “The last thing we need is for somebody to get drunk and start talkin’ about the job we just pulled.”
    â€œIt’s not only the talkin’,” Johnny warned. “Drunk, or sober, if you start spendin’ money like it’s water, you’ll give us away.”
    â€œDon’t worry, I ain’t goin’ to spend all my money in some place like Chugwater,” Calhoun said. “I’m goin’ to save it, and maybe after another job or two like Johnny was saying, why, I’ll go to Denver, or maybe San Francisco or some such place where I can live like a king and nobody will ever suspect a thing.”
    â€œI tell you what I’m goin’ to do,” Short said. “I’m goin’ to buy me a saloon someplace. And have me some whores workin’ there. Then I can have all the beer and whiskey I want to drink anytime I get thirsty, and all the whores I want, anytime I get to wantin’ me a woman.”
    â€œNot me,” Evans said. “I’m goin’ back to Scott County, Missouri, and buy a farm and be one of the bigwigs in the county.”
    â€œAll right,” Johnny said. “But there ain’t none of them plans goin’ to come true if anyone does something stupid in town that will get us found out.”
    â€œCan we drink some, and whore some?” Short asked.
    Johnny smiled. “I don’t know about you boys, but I sure plan to,” he said.
    â€œHa! Now you’re talkin’!” Calhoun said.
    â€œHey, what about our hats?” Evans