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ARIZONA ROUNDUP lI “I've taken care of Lance when you weren't with us,” his daughter reminded him sharply. | “I know, Hon,” he acknowledged. “And if he’s turned out bad, heading straight for Boothill, twenty-three years old and already three men to his credit, it wasn’t your fault. You did the best you could. So I’m not worried about Lance. He doesn’t care for anybody but himself. He'll make his own way and one day meet a man who's faster with a gun than he is. It might have happened a few minutes ago if I hadn’t come in. But it’s you I'm worried about. This strange determination to make a fortune and then become what you call ‘a lady.’ Nothing wrong with that. But you don’t have to have money to become a lady. It's—” “It helps,” Lily Owens cut in. “Maybe,” he nodded. “I don’t mind your gettin’ money by running a gambling hall and saloon. It’s a respectable business when it’s done on the square. But I am worried that youre in with a bunch of crooked tinhorns and that by the time you get the money you want so bad you'll have a hard-case shell over you that all the fine clothes and hosses and buggies and servants won't ever soften up. If you get a wagon stuck in the mud you can't get it out without gettin’ some of the mud on your hands and clothes. If you deal a hard game you take on some of the hardness. So, for the last time, Hon, let’s you and Lance and me pull up stakes and get out of here. Let’s go to some quiet town out further west or south and settle down—” Her laugh cut the words short. “Just when I’m getting started, Pap? No, thank you. The money is just beginning to roll in. Let it roll for two more years and then we'll talk it over again.” Something like a sigh went out of the freighter’s hairy chest. He nodded his bearded face. “I knew it was no use. You'll stay here and get harder and colder, and maybe marry Pearson.” He looked at her speculatively. The look demanded an answer. She said calmly, “I might, in time. He wants to combine the two places. He’s pretty well educated, a handsome and intelli- gent man, and there’s no ill feelings between us because we're competitors.” Lance Haraway laughed loudly. “I'd say not, Pa. Not with him moonin’ around her like he does all the time. Folks up and down the Gulch are sayin’ as how he spends more of his time comicbooks.com