Arizona Round-Up — page 22: what you’re looking at

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20 WILLIAM HOPSON “Three-Finger was a bit upset when I told him you'd most likely be along. Said he had an old score—two of them, in fact. . . one thumb and one index finger—to settle with you. I warned him bluntly that I’m running this set-up here and we're not going to endanger it because of any old grudges among the brotherhood. So you've no need to worry about that, Tex.” “I'm not worrying about it at all,” Tex said. “He tried a crooked play, which you saw because you dropped out of the pot with three aces in sight, and he got part of a hand shot off. As far as I'm concerned the matter is finished. fm not a man to hold grudges.” The Deacon changed the subject. “Almost like old times, Tex. And itll be about the last, I guess. This is a final chance for a cleanup by the old tinhorns. That’s why I sent out word to all of you—Black Jack Smith, Big Thumb Barton, Wild Cat Cresty, and Frenchy LeBleau. You remember Frenchy. He’s not been doing so well. Slipped up on a deal somewhere down south and a cowpuncher with sharp eyes and a sharper draw punctured him twice, couple of years ago. He’s up and around again. Not as good as he once was, but plenty good enough for these miners and the others who sit in on the games around town. Johnny San- sone wont be here. Some ranchers down in Arizona Territory caught a bunch of horse thieves where they'd camped one eve- nin’ and poor San happened to have dropped by to have suppe: and maybe pick up a few honest dollars. I hear he was game just before they quirted the horse out from under him.” “Too bad,” commented Tex, remembering all the men Sansone had fleeced with a pack of the pasteboards, and thinking that it wasnt too bad at all. It was very good. “Did Hole-Card Pete get inP” “I don’t think hell be here either, Tex. Seems like one of the boys heard as how somebody got it from another tinhorn down around Laredo several years ago. At least they heard it was Hole- Card. By the way, how'd you get my message?” “Message?” Bumett asked. “I dropped in on my way. South, that’s all. Been prowling around up in Montana. I just happened to ride in.” That brought a chuckle from deep within Deacon Sellers’ bony chest. “One thing I always had to say for you, Tex: you were comicbooks.com