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124 WILLIAM HOPSON Haraway’s body as it spun around under the shocking impact of the big bullet. Lily Owens had kept her word. Her stepbrother hadn't hung. He had died by rifle fire, his feet still on the over- turned crate. ] He stirred the coals of the fire and poured himself more coffee from the pot into the tin can. He’d found the can of beans among the stuff in his slicker and blanket roll and the three of them had shared a supper of beans and coffee. He looked at the girl. She was a changed woman now. Hara- way, alias Hole-Card Pete, was gazing thoughtfully into the fire. He raised his head and looked at the sky. _ “Moon's about up,” he finally commented. “Yes,” Tex Burnett replied. “And if we're going north to the stage station on the main line we'd ought to be on our way.” “I reckon. About ready to go, Lil?” Jed inquired of his daugh- ter. “Any time you say, Pap. I can’t wait to get away from this place. Lance was mean and cruel in many ways and killed four innocent men, but the thought of his body hanging there all night and possibly tomorrow as an example breaks my heart. I wish there was something I could do.” “There's nothing, Hon. He’s past all help now. Hed have ended up in some lonesome Boothill sooner or later anyhow, It’s best to forget.” . “I suppose so,” she sighed. “Strange, but I never thought I'd be so anxious to get away from a place as I am this one. I won't be able to draw a deep breath until we're out of here and past the town. Let’s go.” She rose to her feet and Tex finished the last of the coffee. He took tins and went to the nearby creek, filled them with water, came back and doused the fire, and rerolled them into his slicker. By the time he finished the other two had mounted and were waiting. They went north at a walk, riding three abreast when the tim- ber permitted. The lights of Biggers’ mine and smelter mill came into view, and they heard the chug-chug sounds that told of machinery back in operation. The night shift was at work, the gulch returning to normal. They cut a wide circle to the east of the town, working in back of the wagon yard. The moonlight comicbooks.com