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100 WILLIAM HOPSON bler, along with the rest: of us. And all of you?” he asked curtly. “Yep.” “Then get me two good saddle horses with saddles quick and the outfit’s yours.” “Only saddle horses here, mister, is about five good-blooded ones in Pearson’s ptivate string. He’s crazy about good horses. Rides around every mornin’ an’ afternoon. Thet gentleman stuff.” “Get them,” Tex ordered curtly. “You figgerin’ on tryin’ to get him free?” Tex eyed him levelly, his cobalt orbs devoid of expression. “Will you help?” “If you mean buck thet mob with guns, nosirree! Any other way I reckon you can depend on us. Thet right, boys?” “Then get those horses. Have them saddled and waiting back of the Pheasant where the stairs go up along the wall to Miss Owens’ quarters. Don't tie them. One of you hold them and be ready to duck out of sight. The rest of it is easy.” And he went on to explain. Lindsay and his men rode up and swung down. He shook hands with Tex and handed over a few of the coins. “News shore travels fast in this man’s country,” he grinned. “We heard it an’ moved faster. We even got fresh hosses an’ shore made thet twelve miles back here with the breeze bustin’ us in the face. Met a feller up the road a few minutes ago. He told us what’s happened.” “Good,” grunted Tex, and told them what was planned. He introduced the riders to the freighters. “Why, shore,” chuckled Lindsay delightedly. “Nothin’ to it. This shore pleases us boys. Them miners run us outa town when they didn't have any reason to except we wuz broke. Now we square up with ‘em by takin’ away a prisoner an’ one who's not done nuthin’. We're with you, Burnett.” “All right, 'm going—” The freighter who had come down the back stairs of the Pheasant walked over and nodded to the others, “I give it to her,” he said. “Cleaned and loaded full of shells. It’s plenty good fer the two hundred yards from the Pheasant to where theyll have ‘em lined up under the rafters. She’s goin’ to shoot from upstairs so’s to miss the crowd.” comicbooks.com