Arizona Round-Up — page 39: what you’re looking at

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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 37 matched the ones you pair put on the other three Kings—the cards you dealt Gardner, figuring he could beat my hand. You were going to bluff on a possible straight, until you felt that ruff and figured Gardner had marked it for you. So you dealt it to yourself for a straight. That's all, gentlemen. The pot is mine.” He reached up and jangled the cord above his head. “I'm cashing in,” he told the two men, his six-shooter still held steady. “I’m in thirteen thousand. There’s fourteen or a little bet- ter in the pot. You can keep what you won off Biggers and the others. You were clever enough to play ’em square while they: were in the game.” He began raking in his chips with his left hand; stacking them with expert fingers. The two others sat immobile. Gardner said in a Hat voice, “Who are you?” “The name’s Tex Burnett.” “Ah,” whispered Massey. “I’ve heard of you. San Francisco. Seven years ago.” “San Francisco. Seven years ago. And tomorrow morning youre going back there, or some place. It’s two o'clock. You've got about six hours to make that morning stage going north. Be on it, gentlemen.” “Pearson is coming up the stairs. He might have something to say about it,” Massey observed. “He'll have nothing to say,” was the stony reply. “I'm kind of taking upon my shoulders the civic responsibility of doing a favor for the miners and other men working here. I'm ridding the town of two men who will do no fleecing. There might be others of smaller caliber to follow—” Pearson opened the door and came in. His eyes widened at the scene, the heavy Colts still up over the edge of the table. “What's up, men?” he asked quickly. “Massey and Gardner are leaving town on the morning stage,” Tex said. “They've no kick coming. They took Biggers and the others for plenty. But I don't like crooked gamblers, either big timers or the tinhorn variety. They're going out.” Pearson hesitated, his eyes darting at the two men. “What hap- pened?” , Tex rose and sheathed the six-shooter, rolling down his sleeves. The others were doing likewise. Massey turned to put on his comicbooks.com