Arizona Round-Up — page 43: what you’re looking at

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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 41 “Yes, two gentlemen from Georgia,” Harlan Pearson said with the same touch of irony in: his voice. “We have reason to be satisfied,” the gambler went on. “You with your place, I with the money that I have made and will ‘make again. The one criticism I find to make, Harlan, is that it was your weakness for a woman that caused you to send for Mass and myself. A driving power to get money and more money in any way possible; anything to win her. Does she mean that much to you?” Pearson nodded. “That much.” He shrugged and Gardner gave off one of his rare smiles. “I'll say it for you. It’s play the game her way, match her stride for stride, or never get her. Have you tried beating her?” “Beating her?” Pearson stared aghast at his boyhood friend. The gambler laughed. “I don’t mean as Father would have whipped a slave. I mean breaking her—smashing her down— making her come to you. It might work.” “Yes, Pearson said slowly, “it might work. I hadn’t thought of it. It might be worth a try. Meanwhile . . .” “Meanwhile, there is the matter of Burnett’s ultimatum to me. You've covered your operations here pretty well. Nobody in town knows the connection between us. Now we've got six hours to make a decision. I’ve killed a couple of men over gaming tables, but I’m not a gun fighter of Burnett’s caliber. That man is the deadliest thing I’ve ever seen walking on two legs.” “IT know. I realized that when I first saw him come in this eve- ning. I knew he was more than just a rider. It was in his Jooks, the way he wore his clothes, his gun. So I went over to feel him out. The upshot of it was that I offered him a job here while you and Mass were playing downstairs. The game he later got into.” The gambler looked at him in surprise. “A jobP Why, Harlan?” “Bud Bailey. I had a hunch. A hunch that a man with a well wom gun like that could down Bailey in any kind of a ruckus. It was, incidentally, proven in-a minor sort of way. Bailey tried to draw on him in the Pheasant right after he left here. Burnett had him covered before he got his gun from beneath his coat. I wish there was some way I could get Tex over on our side.” “Mass is dead, Burnett is ordering me to leave town, and you'll never break Lily until you put this Bailey plug-ugly out of Comicbooks.com