It's now eight in the evening. You look out your window down into the pitch-black street. Your bag is resting near the door, packed with all your possessions. You're back in your riding clothes, or what Ezra called your "odious fashion."
You turn away from the window and head for the door. You pick up your bag and leave your room. You go outside and tie your bag to your saddle. You lead your horse to the front of the bank, knowing full well you'd better make a quick escape. You scan the street and see nobody but a few drunken cowboys leaving the saloon.
Confident that no one is watching you and that Ezra did not tell the other lawmen about your identity, you step up to the bank door. You squat down and start to pick the lock, but stop when the footsteps approaching. You turn around and see the seven lawmen standing in the street in front of the bank, led by Ezra.
"Damn," you say, standing up.
"Did you really think you could get away with this robbery?" Ezra says.
"it was worth a shot," you retort.
Chris walks up to you and grabs your arm. "Ever been to jail, Miss Piper?"
"No, but I've heard it's a nice place," you say sarcastically.
"I wouldn't joke about it," Chris says, leading you toward the jail. You walk past Vin and despite the minimal light, you see the hurt in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," you whisper, not knowing what else to say.
He doesn't reply, only turns his head and walks away.
As you're being led to the jail, your fate fairly obvious at this point, you realize you chose the wrong line of work. Why didn't I figure this out sooner? you wonder.
THE END