Pulp Fiction, 1950 · page 124 of 133
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122 WILLIAM HOPSON to get drinks and Gardner fought his way through to where a freighter was shouting and gesticulating. “Look at ’em, boys!” the freighter bellowed. “All crooked. Try ‘em. Everything from snake-eyes to naturals with any pair on the table. No wonder he was hollerin’ about Lily Owens run- ning a crooked joint. It was to throw suspicion off hisself!” Gardner's slim hand flashed down beneath his gray coat. It came up again and the pistol barre] thudded against the freight- ers head. The next thing the gambler knew he was in the grip of half a dozen rough hands. “Hold on a minute, men,” he commanded, trying to make himself heard in the uproar. “There’s been a mistake. This is a frame-up. I'll prove to you those dice are straight.” “You've got to, mister, an’ if they are we won't bother you,” snapped back the slugged freighter. He wiped at a smear of blood running down the side of his face. Gardner picked up the dice in question ... and his face went pale. He knew them. They were the same dice he had planted in Lily Owens’ place! “Well?” shot out the freighter, wiping at the blood again. “Say somethin’.” “I—ah—there’s been a frame-up here, men. This is the work of Tex Burnett. He’s been trying to—” “Yeah?” bellowed a voice from across the room, by the card cabinet. “I suppose he put this sign up by these marked cards too? Get him, men.” “String him up tool Use thet empty noose,” somebody yelled. It was unfortunate for the Deacon and Charley that they happened to put in an appearance at that moment. They had witnessed what had happened to Lance Haraway and Pearson, and then had gone straight to the Pound to propose to Gardner a partnership deal in which they would operate both houses. Unfortunately a certain miner recognized them both. He had several rings with mirrors in his pocket. “Here's the two who killed thet cowpuncher this moming,” he shouted. “Get ’em, boys. Let’s do this thing up right.” Gardner lost his cool aloofness and began to beg. The Deacon and Charley, both very much frightened, stood silently. Finally comicbooks.com