Arizona Round-Up — page 23: what you’re looking at

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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 21 smoother than the rest of us. You were more than just an ordinary tinhorn. You had the makings of a really great gambler if you'd not been fool enough to play ‘em square all the time.” “Except when you and the others tried playing them the other way. The Deacon chuckled again. “Not after you clipped Charley's wing. But I knew you'd want in on this deal, so I passed the word along. I had something special in mind for you. And now you sit here and tell me you just dropped in, eh?” He grinned. “Just dropped in,” Burnett repeated. “All right,” Sellers shrugged. “Have it your way. I notice you haven't as yet asked what the deal is. I haven’t told you because somebody else will.” “Who?” | “Lily Owens, who owns this place. She’s waiting for you in her rooms upstairs. We'd better get on. She don't like to be kept waiting.” The waiter came through swinging doors. He bore a flat slab of pine board on which lay a huge steak, sizzling. The plates he carried were filled with beans, potatoes, and canned corn. “Til think it over while I'm eating,” Burnett said, reaching for the sauce bottle and dousing the steak generously. Tex turned long enough to watch him sweep his long black coat tails among the tables on his way to the stairs at the long bar’s east end. He saw Evergreen, or Lance Haraway, talking to several tough-looking men over by the bar. The younger man, too, watched the Deacon ascend the stairs to Lily Owens’ room, and something like a grin flitted across his hard young features. He jerked his head toward a man who could be only Bud Bailey and came toward the counter. The other followed him. Tex re- sumed eating. Evergreen sat down on the stool beside him and Bailey took the next seat. The suspected stage robber was possibly thirty or a little younger. He wore a hard-case derby hat and a suit of “store- bought” clothes, the pants legs of which were stuffed into the tops of his ‘knee high boots. Bailey apparently was in the big money all of a sudden, either from a lucky run at the gaming tables or from the proceeds of the hold-up. comicbooks.com