Pulp Fiction, 1950 · page 77 of 133
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ARIZONA ROUNDUP. 79 “Maybe she will anyhow. I told her.” “You told her? You mean you~” . “Never mind,” cut in Bailey, shifting the muzzle of his gun toward the older man. “I just want to get a few things straight. You told Lil, huh?” Haraway nodded, pulling out a match. “Anybody overhear you?” “It was in her room upstairs.” “You tell anybody else?” “Tex Burnett.” “The passengers overhear?” “Nope.” “Just them two, eh? Lil and Burmett? You didn't say anything to anybody else after you got in town?” Haraway shook his head. Bailey turned, grinning, and Jowered the gun. “In that case,” he said with satisfaction, “we got plenty of time. Nobody but Lil or Burnett could tell the miners who it was.” “That’s right,” the freighter nodded. He was thinking that Bailey was a pretty stupid man not to remember that the passen- gers, though not knowing the identity of the two escaped road agents, would certainly have overheard the name of the man who had been killed. He said, “But they'll find out. That's why I’m here.” He looked at his stepson. “Son, Lil sent me over. She wants you to get out of here fast. Where you go I don’t know nor do I care; but get out. She swore she'd never see you lynched in this town.” “No reason why I should be,” protested Lance Haraway. “I didn’t kill old Hank. It was Newt. Even if people did find out I was there, they’d know it was only to see that nothin’ happened. to you. The bearded freighter shook his head. “It’s no use, son. The miners have gone mad. They're swarming around that stage like wild bumblebees. I saw a tent burning a little while ago. They’re out for blood, and they won't forget that you've got two of their men notched on your guns. And while I’m at it, son, I might as well tell you the rest of it.” “What rest of it?” demanded Lance impatiently. comicbooks.com