Chapter Eight
					 The Plan
	"What did he say?" she quietly asked.
	"Well he told me plans to rob the bank."
	"Oh my god, we can't let him, we just can't!"
	"I know, but we need to think of a plan."	
	"What was his original plan?"
	As I retold the story I could see the terror mount in her eyes.
	"We can't let him do it. The town's dependant on the money in the
bank."	
	"Lee, stop worring, we'll figure something. Just sit and think, don't
worry."
	"Okay."
	We sat quietly for a few minutes before she spoke up."I have an idea."
	"Okay spill it!!!"
	"What?!?!"
	"Sorry it's a slang from my time that means to tell it all."
	"Alright, then I'll 'spill it'. Why don't you just take the money from him
and ride off while he takes care of the people in the bank."
	"I don't know wouldn't he hunt me down?"
	"No I know a place we can go to hide."
	"Well okay, are you sure?"
	"Yes, it's a cave and the entrance is really small, we should be able to
get in but he won't."
	"Finally a place for those of us that are vertically challanged."
	"Another one of your slangs, I presume?"
	"Yeah, it means short."
	"You'll have to teach me some more of your slangs. I need to get food
together so we will have nurishment in the cave. Don't worry about water,
there's an underground lake."
	"Okay, you do that and work on your story. Bring stuff to write with, I
love your story!"
	"Well then I will."
	"Bye."
	"Good day."