Pulp Fiction, 1939 · page 93 of 114
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The big man raised his rifle to his shoulder. ar THE DEAD ARE IN THE - ea Be ao pty ey | SADDLE by DICK ROBSON After ten years of drifting, Lon Haferty fogged back to demand a legacy of black gold . . . but when he learned that the one man who could prove his claim had been hanged for his killing, Haferty realized he was a gun ghost whose only legacy would be a boothill tombstone! HE kid the border country knew E as Drifter was well up in the pinon pines on the slope when he first spotted the three riders below him close to the freight road. He reined up and watched them speculatively a moment. They weren't over a hundred yards away down in the rocks and their horses were a trifle farther down the slope below them. The three of them looked hard. One was a big, bull-necked man with a nose that was twisted sideways. The other two were smaller, one of them dark and swarthy and the third sandy complexioned. The kid took in their greasy, unkempt outfits and set them down as being trouble hunters for someone. Their horses were what interested him most. It wasn’t often a man ran onto horses like those up in Wyoming, and still more rarely did he find such rope cheaters as these men apparently were riding them. All three animals were bays and showed a strong strain of Morgan blood in them. They were big, rangy brutes, not at all like the mountain ponies he had been seeing for weeks now, and they had cost some- one considerable money. Mentally the kid figured the good points of each horse against the four-stockinged black he was. riding and decided a trade, quite possibly at the point of a six-gun, wouldn't be profitable. He was about to tutn back deeper into the pines when the big man below him stood up, grunted something to the other two, and took a long, barrel telescope out of a case he had laid on the ground. A thin smile flickered across Driftet’s lean features as he watched the big fellow GOMIGIOO (C@