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12 - WILLIAM HOPSON in the Pheasant than he does in the Silver Pound. Nope, I'd say his feelings ain’t hard. They're plumb mushy where Lil is con- cerned.” He laughed again. She rose to go and went over to hug the grizzled freighter. “When you shave off that beard I'll kiss you and not before,” she said banteringly, pushing back to look at him. “The beard stays,” he said doggedly. Her face grew serious. “I don’t understand you any more than you claim not to understand me, Pap. Ever after I bought you that freight outfit I kept on begging you to give up hard work, shave off that beard, and come down to the Pheasant as a bartender or lookout. I can’t understand a man who'll work out here in the rain and mud when he can be inside all the time. So I’ve about come to the conclusion that you're hiding some- thing. Whether from Lance and me or from the law I don't know nor do I care. Youre still my father. But,” she went on stubbornly, “I'm going to have two more years of it before we talk about going away together.” She went toward the door, and he said, “You shouldn't come here in daylight like this any more, Hon. Somebody’'ll see you and start asking questions. We'll just let things ride. Few know you're my daughter and Lance is my stepson, or that you two are stepbrother and sister. So be careful.” “Coming down tonight?” she asked the bearded freighter. “I suppose. Burnett will probably be there.” “How do you know?” she demanded. He laughed at his daughter. “Because,” Jed Haraway said, “I warned him to keep away from there.” Chapter Three URNETT HAD strolled on over into the main street. He dropped into the Silver Pound’s bar and gambling room and comicbooks.com