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38 WILLIAM HOPSON coat, hanging over the back of his chair. He slid one arm in and then half spun. _A six-shooter roared. It roared again from Tex’s hip, lashes of fire spurting out. The gun in the gambler’s hand clattered on the table as he spun around and crashed over the chair, knock- ing it to the floor. He lay face down on top of it, his body queerly humped, red beginning to run from his mouth. Pearson cried out, half in awe, half in horror. Then, in a whis- per: You got him. Got him when his gun already was in his and. Gardner's cold face was as expressionless as ever as he finished buttoning his coat. Footsteps were pounding along the hallway and up the stairs. Tex said coolly to Pearson, “Cash my chips out of the bank. That pot there I just won. I expect Gardner will take Massey's. They were pardners.” Pearson went to the door and opened it. He yelled down for the bouncer and a floorwalker, already coming up. “It's all right! It’s all right, folks,” he kept repeating. “Just a shooting. Here, boys, get these people back downstairs and you other folks go on back to your rooms.” } He tumed and came back, wiping sweat from his forehead. He cashed in the chips from the bank box they had been using, returning Tex's original money and a thousand or so more. Bur- nett turned to Gardner. “It still goes,” he said coldly. “You go out tomorrow.” He went on down the steps. People stared at him. Miners gave way, the buzz of conversation subsiding. The two night marshals came running in, gun packers who dangled hand-made clubs from thongs on their left wrists. They disappeared toward the crowd gathered around the foot of the stairway. Tex moved on up the street and came into the Golden Pheasant. It was late but there was still a pretty fair crowd of late play- ers, and the kitchen was still in operation. Bumett went over and sat down with his back to the wall on the same stool that had given him a full view of the room. He ordered bacon and eggs and waited. He saw Lily Owens coming toward him. “Good evening, Tex,” she greeted him. “Or should I say good morning?” cComiclbooks.com