Your reputation

had left the station before you arrived

clutching a ticket that you had nabbed

from some young lady’s purse. All the

money you had had come from the same

location. You were running out of cash fast

and didn’t know who to rob next. The thought

of either settling down, or getting a job, did not

occur to you. You were a cowboy gangster for life,

a man whose face was waiting to wind up on a

wanted poster.