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t one of the Pinkertons turned on hi
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ending
y tricks, like playing dead and pret
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was empty we would sneak in and steal the
idol. Luck was against us too, it seemed, as
they stayed in camp, frustrating our efforts.
Fortunately lady luck began to smile on the
Jameson boys.
We had considered leaving Jameson and
Jameson and setting up our own company
so we could take all the profits. I spoke to
the landowner, Mr Paris, and the Banker to
discuss the cost of setting up a new mine.
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While there I overheard several members of
our rivals, the Peabody and Smythe Mining
Company, discussing similar plans to set up
on new land. This land was owned by the
natives and we figured they would be none
too pleased at their land being sold without
their consent. With this to our advantage we
opted to tell the Injuns in the hope that it
would help build relations between our two
groups and give us a chance to find the idol,
as well as sabotaging our competitor’s plans.
Understandably the Indians were angered
by the news, particularly as they had already
clashed with Peabody and Smythe.
INJUNS: Back at the Reservation we
expected either no response or a mighty
gunfight, and were pleasantly surprised
to find the lawmen bring us a suspect a
mere five minutes before the deadline ran
out. Disappointingly they had brought us