Arizona Round-Up — page 48: what you’re looking at

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46 WILLIAM HOPSON this town is smoking hot tonight. Another man got killed. Big miner named Joe who made a big pile at roulette in Lily’s place. Got into a fight with Newt an’ got hit over the head with Newt's gun. Three-Finger Charley took him out to get his head bandaged, but the drunk wanted to go home. He got to the front door.” “So Newt follered him up and got him, eh?” sneered the youth. “Newt wasn't gone five minutes and neither was Charley. My boys are all accounted for. They were playin’ poker up in a tent bar and the bartender will swear to it.” Which was the truth. Bailey prided himself on overlooking no bets. He sat and listened patiently to Evergreen’s angry denials. A night hawk swooped low over the corral, on the lookout for mice. Somewhere a horse blew and stomped the ground. In the dis- tance to the south mining machinery groaned. “But that’s not all,” the two-gunman went on. “Tex Bumett killed one of them big-time gamblers in the Pound’s card room upstairs on what was supposed to be a crooked deal. But,” he went on, lying smoothly, “I hear it was a frame-up. He's in with Pearson and they're out to break your sister.” “I don’t believe it,” snapped back the youth. “He’s got it too bad over her. He’d never try to break her.” “Oh, no?” sneered Bailey. “Then how come all the tinhorns are leavin’ here in a day or two and goin’ down to the Pound, with Burnett in charge?” That was a clever bit, Bailey thought, looking at the staring youth through the night. “Burnett has to go, kid,” Bud Bailey went on. “You saw what he did to me. I can get him, with the boys backing me up, but some of us would go down.” “I know,” grunted the younger man. “I looked into his bag this evenin’ while Pap was washin’ up. Another gun. Left-hand sheath. But I ain't no fool, Bud. I'll back shoot him if I have to save Lil's business. Only seems to me it might be safer if that extra gun of hisn should be found alongside somebody who got robbed. Ketch on?” Bailey rose and slapped him on the back,. chuckling. The hawk swooped back over the yard again on silent night wings, searching. comicbooks.com