Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 117

I got over to the table and turned my back to it, reaching around behind me to grab the Luger and tuck it in the waistband of my pants at the small of my back.

"Gracias, senor," I said as I took the metal bowl he gave me.

I think I was figuring out the process here. Col. Hall and Schmidt were going to meet someone here who would buy the gold off of them, at maybe only about 50 to 60 percent of what it was worth. Col. Hall had probably gone to escort them out to the adobe..