Arizona Round-Up — page 28: what you’re looking at

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26 WILLIAM HOPSON son’s place this afternoon. Not half for you; two-thirds. Will you accept?” “Pearson,” he said, rising to his feet, “made a better offer than that. A thousand cash bonus to start with.” Her eyes flashed. He saw the danger glint in them. “It wont do you any good,” she said, rising too. “There'll be no profes- sionals in there because we're keeping them out. Youd starve in there in a week, once the miners got to know you.” He took his hat from Bessie. “Pearson wasn’t talking about the big fellows, Miss Owens. He was referring to Charley and Ace and the others of your tinhorn crew. He doesn’t want them in there fleecing his patrons. But Bud Bailey’s guns, under your or- der, says that they stay. So from now on they can play at any time they wish—with me.” Her face, lovely even in anger, tured a shade pale. He saw the flash of her eyes, the faint toss of her almost russet hair. “I see,” she said in a low controlled voice. “I’m sorry you made the wrong decision, Mr. Burnett. I truly am. That will be all. Good evening.” | It was dismissal and he left. Bessie closed the door behind him. They heard his booted feet sounding toward the head of the stairs. Bessie looked at her mistress. “Miss Lily,” the Negro maid said, “I think dis is one time you-all done gone and met yo match. Dat man! Umpp... umppp . . . umpppp!” And Bessie went to collect the two emp- ty goblets, shaking her head dolefully. “Have IP” demanded Lily Owens. “Bessie, you go downstairs and tell one of the boys to go over and tell Harlan to come up here right away.” comicbooks.com