Arizona Round-Up — page 75: what you’re looking at

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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 73 so damn particular about coming along. My own old man was driving, you know,” he reminded Bud sharply. “Forget it! He’d been safe enough. After all, I work for Lily.” “Yeah,” sneered the other. “And Newt with the itchy trigger finger works for you.” They set off again, swinging east and finally hitting the main road back to town. At last they came to the section of flats which spread out among the trees a bit north and east of the main part of the town. Here the sand bed of the gulch, a roaring stream of brown water during rains, swung into a bend that gave plenty of room for cabins and tents. The two men lost no time.. They rode up and swung down, disappearing into the semi-darkness where three men lay sleep- ing. The place stank of stale tobacco smoke, sweaty clothes and saddle blankets, plain dirt. “Get up!” snapped Bailey, shaking them hard. “Get out of there quick. Hell's busted loose.” They came out grumbling, still fully dressed except for their boots. The sleepiness disappeared in a flash as the gunman told them what had taken place. : “I knowed you oughta took me along to help get thet Gardner stead of Newt,” a rough-looking man with a growth of sandy stubble grunted, tugging at his boots to pull them on. “Newt was too itchy trigger. An’ all on account of that fool, we got to hit the breeze ag’in right when we're in the middle of the best thing we ever run into.” _ “Never mind,” snapped back Bailey. “What’s done’s done. We're heading out fast. Rattle and get saddled. The minute that stage hits town it'll be swarming like a den of mad rattlers. Hurry it up while I get these bedrolls wrapped. Move! Give me a hand, Evergreen.” Lance Haraway had rolled a cigarette. Of the five of them he was the least excited. “Thanks, Bud, but I’'d better get over to town. Be better for me if I’m there when the stage comes in.” Bud Bailey straightened. It became quiet in the room. “So you think you can pull one like that, eh?” he grunted. “Go back to town and play the innocent little boy, huh? Wait until we're comicbooks.com