Arizona Round-Up — page 86: what you’re looking at

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84 WILLIAM HOPSON worn guns like he’s got. Only men like Bud Bailey an’ that little murderin’ sidewinder—beggin’ yore pardon, Miss Owens—but I mean your brother. Come on, Burnett. In you go.” “Wait!” Lily Owens cried out. “You say you want facts? Then lil give them to you. It was my brother Lance who stole that gun out of my father’s cabin and killed the miner Doolin! Burnett is innocent!” They looked at her white face; in the silence Tex walked over and picked up his guns from the table. He slipped loads from his belt and filled the cylinder—all six chambers this time. He re- placed the five loads in the second gun, put in another from his cartridge belt, and sheathed the worn weapon. “Thanks, Miss Owen. J like to return favors and I'll try to do so sometime. Right now I’ve one to return to Wild Cat Cresty for saving my life. It seems that Deacon Sellers and his crew agreed to shoot me in the back at the first opportunity and might have succeeded had it not been for Cresty.” “Sellers and his crew,” cut in Pearson coldly as Tex reached the doorway, “had better be left alone. They're working for me now. “That's true,” nodded Lily Owens. “They quit this morning. It seems that Pearson here gave them the choice of switching over with him or being run out of town by the vigilantes. Such is the way the clever Mr. Pearson is using these miners—for his own personal gain. Be careful Tex.” The guns were still booming in the distance. Two horses, bridled but without saddles, had broken from the back of the cabin and trotted off with reins dragging. Two more saddle horses in front of the cabin, tied and unable to get away, were being methodically shot down by rifle and pistol fire. The vigi- lantes were taking no chances on Bailey and the others hemmed in the cabin making an escape. Tex went out and around the corner to his black. In the act of swinging up, he felt a hand on his arm. He turned. “Tex, walk downtown with me,” she whispered. “I’m all alone and I’m frightened. Look down there. Pap and Lance under gun- fire. And Pap innocent of any wrongdoing. Tex, do something! Anything! I can stand losing Lance. My eyes are open where comicbooks.com