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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 117 “Youll stay and swing, Bailey,” Tex cut in. “You've got it coming.” Jed ran over and looking through the bars at his stepson. “I'm sorry, son, but Tex is dealing and we'll have to play them his way. “But you told me Lil said I wouldn't hang,” Lance cried out hoarsely. “Lily is a woman who keeps her word, son. You won't. That I promise you.” “Come on,” Tex Burnett yelled, and ran out again. He hit leather as the men under Lindsay ordered the guards inside, without their guns. Jed ran out and Tex extended a hand, hauling him up back of the cantle. They went down across the slope, straight past the crowd, toward the back of the Pheasant. Somebody saw them and let out a bellow of “Jail break!” but the major part of the mob was inside the Pheasant watching the ‘wreckage which grew at every blow, and looking up to where a woman stood alone by a banister, looking down calm-eyed at it all. Haraway mounted his horse. A shotgun boomed and pellets sprinkled the side of the building beside them. Jed’s stung horse unseated him in its plunge, but he recovered and hit leather. By now people were aware of what was taking place. They saw two running horses disappear into the timber north of the gulch and the name of Tex Burnett suddenly was cursed by a hundred lips. It had all been done so quickly that there was no time for pursuit. Not a horse was saddled in town. Word went down the street that Haraway was free, and there were some among those in Mule Gulch that terrible day who breathed sighs of relief. Pearson soon put in an appearance. He got the crowd under control before it got to his place. The freighters’ shouts about crooked dice in the Pound only brought guffaws from the miners, but others began heading that way. Pearson had to act quickly. He saw Gardner. “You were the judge in the case. Quick! Get those men out here and hang them. This mob has gone mad. If you don’t they'll do to us what they did to the Pheasant.” A man went running and word began to spread through the crowd. They began moving toward the skeleton of the new comicbooks.com