It was like watching old re-runs of "Our Gang". I stood on the opposite creek bank and watched from afar. I could only make out bits and pieces of the conversation such as "train robbery", "Butch" or "Sundance". All eyes were fixed on the leader. As he knelt by the fire, he gave each com padre their role in the upcoming heist. The muscle - far left, the front man - far right, the lookout headed up to the high ground - upper center and the con man bringing up the rear.
As the daylight began to fade, the motley crew vacated their hole in the wall, leaving echoes of childhood musings behind. Those echoes seemed so familiar to me. I was once in those shoes, making the plans and living out my childhood adventures as if the world depended on me.
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