Arizona Round-Up — page 85: what you’re looking at

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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 83 “How did you know that?” Lily cried out, her face turning white. “About Lance, or Evergreen as he likes to be called, being in on the murder? Your floor manager had come upstairs to bring the money from the bar and overheard your own father tell you that he recognized your brother—his son—as one of the killers, Miss Owens.” It had been some time since he had addressed her by any other name but Lil or Lily. “It seems he realized that you were going under, what with reports running riot about crooked games in your place. He was looking for a new job. So he hur- ried down to tell me and—ah—unfortunately for your brother some of the vigilantes hurried over for a look, saw your father running down there to warn the men who had held him up to clear out—” “You devill” she cried out furiously. “You mean, vindictive devill Framing my father for doing something almost any father would do for a son. Making it appear that Pap was in with the holdup men. Bailey—” “Bailey,” he cut in bitingly, “was working for you as your head gunman to keep the town clear of men who displeased you. Your brother helped Bailey hold up the stage and kill an innocent man. Your father was driving that stage. So, men,” he said to the three staring marshals, “it looks like it was all in the family.” “Looks that way,” muttered Carriker. “But it still don’t tell me who took that gun of Burnett’s out of the cabin and shot Doolin —not that Burnett himself couldn’t have done it.” “He possibly did,” Pearson cut in. “He shot one of the gamblers in my place after a big game. He later turned down a job with me because I think he was, shall we say, slightly enamored of the lady’s charms. It might have been to his or her advantage for him to cause trouble. He could have spread word of what was supposed to be a crooked game in my place and eventually wrecked it. Unfortunately for them both, it seems to have worked the other way around. It’s Miss Owens’ business that has been wrecked and Burnett caught in the backwash. As head of the vigilantes, I suggest that you hold him here in jail pending fur- ther investigation.” “That's the way I feel about it,” Bothwell grunted. “T ain’t impressed by the badge a-tall. But not many fellers wear two comicbooks.com