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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 63 horny fingers. Burnett sat and listened, watching the bearded face. Haraway did not look at him while he spoke. “How'd you get tipped off that they were after you, Tex?” he finished. “When.T got to the cabin you and your stuff were gone. “One of the tinhorns named Wild Cat Cresty. Cres doesn’t look like much, Jed, but he’s one of the shrewdest men alive. Ife noses about and hears things. If there’s anything doing the Wild Cat will be there. He’s been in too many tight spots not to keep awake. He heard about that miners’ meeting and went down. Wanted to learn if they were going to clean out the tin- horns your daughter has working for her. When you told them I was in your cabin Cres moved fast, probably for the first time in ten or fifteen years. He came back and told me.” “I've seen him,” Haraway nodded. “Strange fellow. I always enjoyed the jokes he plays on people. I’m glad he tipped you off.” “That's not all he tipped me off to either,” Burnett replied, and then told the freighter of the plot on the part of the Deacon and his crowd to kill Burnett because they knew he wouldn’t run. “So it looks like we're both in a spot,” he finished. “I’ve got to find the man who took that gun of mine out of your cabin, killed a man with it, robbed him, and left the weapon for evi- dence. Then there’s the little matter of settling accounts with the Deacon and his bunch, with special emphasis on Three- Finger Charley. Meanwhile, your daughter is facing ruin, if not death, at the hands of a man who has the upper hand and will keep it. Looks Jike we're in the same boat.” He rose, dropped the cigarette butt, ground it into the dirt with a bootheel, and turned. “We might be able to help each other, Jed. I don’t. want to see her go under, even though she’s playing a man’s game, and hates me.” | “She’s two thirds in love with you,” Haraway said calmly. “You wouldn’t knuckle to her, and she’s the kind of a woman who'll go to the man who'll fight her.” “A woman with the ambitions of your daughter doesn’t fall in love,” Burnett said. “They haven't time. At any rate, Jed, this holdup is going to start some plain and fancy ructions in the gulch. Bailey will have to run for it now, Thurby being his man.” comicbooks.com