Arizona Round-Up — page 61: what you’re looking at

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ARIZONA ROUNDUP ° 59 west side, came out into timber rolling across flat country. Jed sang out again and they hit a fast trot. Four miles farther on they dipped into a sharp water cut and started out on the other side through a mass of buckbrush. Suddenly a shot roared out. Old Hank gave a convulsive gasp and jerked queerly, then went over the left side. His body struck the front wheel, bounced off, and thudded to the ground. “Whoa!” roared Jed Haraway, and hauled up on the lines. “Hold ’em high!” shouted a voice, and then two masked men emerged from the buckbrush, working their horses through. “Where’s Gardner?” demanded one, riding close enough to peer into the coach where three frightened men stared at the cocked pistol. The other masked man was covering Jed. “At the Pound,” Jed Haraway answered. “He didn’t come.” He was staring at the two men. Something about them was vaguely familiar. Chapter Twelve EX LET HIS black gelding take its time. He would let the stage catch up with him and talk with Haraway. The infor- mation received would determine his next move. He rode on for an hour; then the horse flicked an ear forward and Tex reined up sharply. He saw three distant riders cutting in on a circle from the west, and something about their actions aroused the lawman instinct in him. He put the black over into the timber into cover and began working his way cautiously forward. From off in the distance, and to his rear, he heard the stage coming. It passed three hundred yards to his left, the clank of the harness and squeak of the springs plainly audible. Tex followed it, holding his course off to one side. He increased pace to keep up with it. The buckbrush began to thicken, evidence of comicbooks.com