Wesley laughed and pretended to straighten his cuff even has he kept his Billy club pointed in his direction, ready to swing if he'd step closer.

"You're so short sighted. You might get one of us, but it would only be a matter of time before you were figured out and go to prison. Not the nice little temporary jail here but the big one in York that you don't always step out of."

He looked at him and smoothed out his mustache, "tell me, Francis. Why did you choose this career? The pay, the power? If you want either of those to last the summer. I strongly recommend you get better at hiding that anger and your violent habits."

He paced slowly in the copse of trees keeping an eye on him. "A friendly face to the right people and bare your fangs when no one is around to tell are the best first steps. But there is a lot further a tough lad like yourself can go if you do things right. And this is the only time I'll make the offer. I don't like to waste my time on the weak or the foolish."