Arizona Round-Up — page 10: what you’re looking at

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8 WILLIAM HOPSON He went out and the freighter looked at his son. “You rattle- brained fool,” he said with biting contempt. “You swell-headed, two-bit badman fool. There goés one of the greatest gun masters Texas ever produced. It’s lucky I came in that door—or maybe it wasn't so lucky after all. You'd be better off buried.” Chapter Two c¢ IT DOWN, son,” the freighter said, and moved over to the wall. He stripped off his heavy wool shirt and hung it on a nail, revealing chest hair almost as matted as that of his face. Lance Haraway sat down on the bunk where Tex had placed his belong- ings. His hands opened the carpet bag, and Jed, bending over the wash basin to pour water, did not notice. “So this Burnett is a friend of yourn, hey?” grunted the youth. “The word friend covers a lot of territory, son. I'd just say that I knew of him.” “Tough gent, eh?” Evergreen had brought out a cartridge belt and sheath, the sheath a left-hand one. He drew forth a well worn Colt. The’ front sight had been filed off many years before and the weapon was shiny from the long use and much care. The youth tested the: hammer action of the unloaded gun, and a slight sneer crossed his handsome face. | | “No,” Jed said over his shoulder, soaping his hands. “Few dangerous men are ever what youd call ‘tough’ gents. They're quiet men who attend to their own business and avoid trouble. That's the way Burnett has always been.” “Where'd you meet him?” P .“Down in Texas. Or maybe I'm not saying I ever met him— just seen him. But one thing I want you to know, son. Don't ever comicbooks.com