Pulp Fiction, 1950 · page 58 of 133
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06 WILLIAM HOPSON “Heck, put both of ‘em on there!” a man shouted. Haraway stood up. He looked at Pearson. “I withdraw in favor of Pearson, the bearded freighter said quietly but so as to be heard by all present. “I can’t serve with him, because he just dropped a hint that the games at the Golden Pheasant are crooked.” “Well, they are,” growled a man seated up front. “A crooked dive with cheap gunman like Bud Bailey and thet Evergreen hangin’ around there—” | His words trailed off into silence as the freighter turned icy eyes upon him. “The man known as Evergreen,” Jed said, “is really named Lance Haraway. He’s my stepson. The woman known as Lily Owens is my daughter. Gentlemen, I nominate Harlan Pearson to‘lead the vigilantes in cleaning up the gulch and you can count upon me to help you take care of any necessary jobs.” He walked the entire length of the building with fifty pair: of eyes upon his broad-shouldered figure, his footsteps the on! sound in the room. He went back to the Pheasant. Lily sat at the dressing table in her room, brushing her haiv She turned on the seat. “Hello, Pap. Aren’t you up rather late fo a man who's taking the stage out in the morning?” He sat down on the edge of the silk canopied bed, an sighed. “Hon, there's trouble.” She listened in silence as he told her of the night’s event. leading up to the miners’ meeting. She said nothing when ])x got up, knocked the dottle from his pipe into a homy palm dumped it in an ash tray, came back and sat down again. “So that’s how it is, Hon,” he finished. “I've asked you man: times before to get out. I’m asking you again.” “Get out?” she exclaimed. “T’ll stay right here. This gulch wii be a better place for it. Pl weather it through and come out on top.” “Lily, the more brittle iron is tempered, the easier it breaks when struck a hard blow,” he explained patiently. “I’ve watched you grow more brittle these past weeks and it’s turned me sick all over. Can’t you see that Pearson has given up hopes of getting you and has turned on you? What other reason could he have comicbooks.com