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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 31 “How’s it going, Bert?” Pearson asked the bartender. Bert drew a significant finger across his throat. Cutthroat. Ap- parently the amenities were over and the men were out for blood. “Burnett's seven thousand in. Gardner got four of it, Massey the other three. Biggers is six thousand loser. Don’t know how much for the others, but theyre behind. Looks like a big night for the big boys.” “Looks like the last night too,” Pearson said to Jed Haraway. “Lil's having Bud Bailey put them out on the stage tomorrow.” “Too bad,” commented her father. “An ambitious woman can make a lot 6f mistakes. Well, ’'m a working man and I've got to turn in.” “Another haul tomorrow?” “No,” Jed Haraway said, “Bingham, the driver on the morn- ing stage, came down with a bad cold today. I'm taking his run out in the morning.” Cha lor Soeen p HREE-FINGER CHARLEY cleaned out a few miners in the Golden Pheasant and, seeing nothing else in prospect for the moment, strolled over to where Bud Bailey sat in his lookout chair. “How's it goin’?” Bud asked. Charley shrugged and scratched his chin with the little finger of his maimed hand. “Not bad. I clipped a couple of miners for three hundred.” “It’s early.” “I reckon. Seen anything worthwhile from the chair?” Bailey nodded. He indicated with a jerk of his head a table in a far corner where five men were grouped around a roulette wheel. One of the men was a huge, checker-shirted miner, the comicbooks.com