Someone ran into a piece of furniture and cursed softly. Another voice shushed him. Two men? That was bad news. The brothers had counted on a single intruder.
“They aren’t here,” one voice said softly.
“Then we look for ’em. They got to be here somewhere.”
“Ain’t those fellas here?” the first voice said. “What if we run into them?”
“Then I wouldn’t want ta be them,” the second said.
“Hell, I seen those boys fight. I don’t wanna be us right now.”
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