Arizona Round-Up — page 118: what you’re looking at

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116 WILLIAM HOPSON the Pheasant and began to shout and wave his arms. He was yelling for everybody to come look at the dice and cards he’d found. All marked! More freighters scattered among the crowd took up the shout, and cries of “Let’s do it up right while we're waiting, broke from them, just as axes and shovels magically appeared in their hands. They went toward the Pheasant at a run and almost immediately the crash of splintering blows rang out. This was more than the crowd waiting for the execution could stand. They milled toward the Pheasant and the riot was on. The three marshals appeared in the doorway of the jail and then went lumbering down the slope in an effort to stop the ruckus. They trotted past Tex and he rode on, pulling up near the guards. “What's up?” one demanded. “Theyre wrecking the Pheasant,” Tex answered. “I shore. hate that,” one of the guards began. “Lily Owens is a woman who's maybe not done exactly right in some ways, but she’s helped many a down and out—” Jake Lindsay was spurring his horse, which was bucking in the direction of the jail. He pulled up—and the other riders were there. Tex Burnett’s two guns were out in a flash as he lifted a leg over the saddle horn and dropped to the ground. “Drop ’em, boys,” he said coolly. “You're covered.” They were. Five men who had been driven out of town were surrounding the jail, guns in their hands. Tex ran toward the front door. “What the heck!” protested one guard, letting his shotgun hit the dirt. “I never figgered you fer a man like this, Burnett— lettin’ all these murderers go.” “Your mistake, boys. Just one man. We want him. Jed Hara- way. He’s innocent. The others stay.” He plunged inside, slid a colt into a sheath and grabbed up the keys to the padlock of Jed’s cell. “Out quick, Jed,” he ordered, inserting the key. He swung the door wide and Bud Bailey let out a whoop of triumph. “I knowed it, I knowed it] We're free, boys. Hurry it up, mister. Git this lock offen my door. We'll burn outa here—” comicbooks.com