Arizona Round-Up — page 60: what you’re looking at

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38 WILLIAM HOPSON whole town knows this moming. It hasn't made me any more popular—and I’m not sure it has helped you any.” He nodded a curt greeting to Pearson, who was working over a paper with a list of names. “Any news of Burnett?” the freighter asked. Pearson shook his head. “He must have got wind of something and flew the coop. His black was gone from the stable when the night marshals went down there after searching your cabin. There’s the possibility they might want to ask you some ques- tions.” “Any time,” said Jed Haraway. The big stagecoach was pulled up before the front porch of the Pound. The shotgun guard was busy tossing up the baggage of the three passengers. The line was a branch running twelve miles north to a stage station on the main line. It was an easy four-hour trip, particularly when there wasn’t much of a load. There seldom was going out. It was coming in that men some- times couldn’t find room to ride. Curley finished lashing down the baggage on top and jumped to the porch. The shotgun guard-a grizzled old timer named Hank who claimed to have been one of the original Pony Express riders—grunted his way up into that seat. “Let's get rollin’,” Jed called down to the three men. They got in, the coach springs creaking as their weight settled down below. Jed unwrapped the lines, his eyes still on the crowd. He waited, and then he saw Pearson coming down the board- walk from the Pheasant. “All set?” the Pound owner called up. “I reckon,” the freighter replied. “But I sort of figured that we might have one more passenger this morning.” “Gardner?” | “Sort of.” “He’s staying,” Harlan Pearson said softly. Haraway kicked the brake handle free and sang out to the four. They hit the traces tight against the neck collars and the northbound stage rolled out of Mule Gulch on its morning trip up to the main line station. The road followed the floor of the gulch, climbing steadily, and finally, after a hard pull up the comicbooks.com