Arizona Round-Up — page 64: what you’re looking at

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62 WILLIAM HOPSON mer, stuck the barrel’s muzzle to his nose and sniffed. He looked at Jed. | “You can chalk up an even score for your shotgun guard. If there was only one shot fired at the holdup, here’s your man.” “I'm glad,” Haraway said absently, and lit his pipe. Tex turned to the three men. “Load him inside, men,” he ordered. “And don’t be squeamish about handling him. He'd have shot you down the same way had you resisted the hold-up. The stage will have to go back to the gulch. Jed, let’s you and I take a walk. I wish to talk with you.” Haraway fell in beside him. They went over thirty yards and sat down on the trunk of an evergreen which, years before, had been struck by lightning and split. Burnett seated himself and reached for tobacco and papers. “So he was a Bud Bailey man, Jed?” “Uh-huh.” Haraway was watching the three men lift the sagging body of the dead road agent in through the open door of the coach and huddle it on the floor. His face and eyes ex- pressed nothing. “I warned her,” he finally said. “Your daughter?” “Uh-huh. Bailey and his men worked for her. Everybody in town was pretty certain it was them held up this stage the last time, but there was no proof. It was a tough mining camp and the incident soon forgotten. But this won't be, Tex. I warned her last night—or rather, early this morning—that Pearson was her enemy. He's out to break her.” “He never appeared to me to be the vindictive type,” Burnett replied. He finished the quirley, stuck it in a corner of his mouth, struck a match against the sole of a boot crossed over his other knee. The smoke roiled out of his nostrils. He tossed away the dead match. “A man who wants a woman bad enough and then can’t get her can turn,” the freighter replied. “I know. I'm a fair judge of character, but I’ve been fooled. Maybe he’s the one to do it again. What happened in the gulch ‘last night~all of it?” Haraway told him, pausing now and then to lean forward with his elbows on his knees, wet pipe stem clenched between his comicbooks.com