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By: Travis Naughton

“I’m almost embarrassed to admit that I don’t recall your name, mister.” The Heartbreak Bandit hadn’t bothered to learn the names of most of her victims, much less remember them. “If we’re going to ride together for the next few days, I reckon I ought to know the name of the man I’m riding with.”

“Folks call me Blackjack,” Jane McCourt’s riding companion and captor replied.
“Blackjack? Like the card game?” she asked.
“More like the weapon. Like the one you used to knock me out and rob me last week.”

 

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