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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 101 Tex Burnett had wheeled on the man. “What are you talkin’ about?” he rapped out. “Lily Owens said her brother wasn’t goin’ to hang, and my old 44-40 at two hundred yards or less says she’s right!” “I see,” Burnett answered slowly, and went to the black. He swung up and looked down at the others. “Spread out among the crowd but stay close to the Pheasant,” he ordered. “Watch me. Don’t let me out of your sight. When I pull out my hand- kerchief and take off my hat and mop my forehead, start the fireworks rolling.” He rode off, out through the gate and toward the back stairs of the Pheasant. He went up and knocked and it was Lily herself who opened the door. He removed his hat and went in. She closed it and came back, calm, clear-eyed, determined. One thing about this woman, he thought. She’s going through fire and she’s coming out tempered steel. NX. Chapter Twenty-two S FOR Pearson, his appearance down at the Pound was the signal for the miners’ drumhead court to get into session. Pearson shouldered his way into the gaming room, which was packed with a solid mass of men standing shoulder to shoulder. Outside on the boardwalk and in the street fully a hundred more clamored to get in. They had begun to shout, and Pearson looked at Biggers. “They're yelling for us to hold it out in the street where they all can hear,” the mining operator yelled at Pearson to make himself heard above the uproar. “And we'd better do it or some of them might take a notion to lynch while we're holding trial.” “All right. Then it’s outside.” He leaped to the top of a table and held up his hands. “Outside!” he shouted. “Court will be comicbooks.com