Arizona Round-Up — page 127: what you’re looking at

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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 125 showed the square of ashes where Bud Bailey’s cabin had burned to the ground. Nearby, with two dogs sniffing at them, lay the charred, partially burned carcasses of the two saddled horses. None of the three looked toward the Pound and what still dangled there from four ropes fastened to the rafters of the new building across the street. They rode on for a mile, cut west again, and came into the stage road leading toward the lumber mill and, beyond it a few miles, the stage station. They were a mile farther on, riding in the bright light of the full moon, when Tex suddenly pulled up. Haraway and his daughter followed suit. Tex gigged the black forward and rode up closer to the tree. It was about eighteen inches in diameter through the trunk, and twenty feet above the ground large limbs stuck straight out horizontally in all directions, like the spokes of a monster wheel without felloe or rim. They were all there, their bodies swaying and turing gently; the Deacon, Charley, Frenchy, and all the others. As the Dea- con's body turned the moon struck glinting light from a bright object on his hand. He and the others had their rings back. None of the three spoke. As though by common consent they started forward again. Finally Jed Haraway broke the silence. “We ought to make it in another three hours,” he commented. “I expect so,” Tex replied. “Decided where you're going?” “Anywhere,” Lily Owens replied. “Anywhere . . . away from here. Some place where it’s quiet and people are living peaceful, settled lives. Ill send for Bessie when Pap and I decide where well stay. The money I left with her will be sufficient to start up in business again. No, not this kind,” she added as both men looked at her. “I never want to see another card or pair of dice or a roulette table again as long as I live. P’'ve been thinking of perhaps a women’s clothing emporium, perhaps a general store or ranch. Ill decide when we get up North. So they were going north? Tex found himself a little glad for her sake, a little sorry for his own. “And you?” Jed Haraway asked him. The sheriff from Texas looked over at him and smiled. “Back comicbooks.com