The gun goes back in the holster before Dan ducks into the coach and drops the broken lock onto the floor with a thud. The fact that there's a dead Pinkerton lying beside him doesn't phase him one bit as he opens the door and pulls out the first of the lock boxes.

That is a lot of cash.

"No wonder you do this for a livin', Ben."

Ain't quite as loaded as some coaches run, but he pulls out four boxes total and counts the contents while Ben watches. Half the stack goes into one pile --

"Toss me that bag of yours, would ya?"

-- and the other half is split again. A larger portion and a smaller one.