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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 85 he is concerned. I instinctively knew it all along, but I was blind with ambition.” | They were walking down the gentle declivity toward the Pheasant some two hundred yards or so away. He looked toward the besieged cabin again and his heart went out to her. “Pap warned me,” she said. “He said something about steel being tempered wrong and breaking easily when it was struck a hard blow. I've been hit hard, Tex, terribly hard.” “What are you going to do?” he asked. “Go back to the Pheasant and wait,” she answered wearily. He racked the black in front of the big building and they went inside. Not a soul was in the place except Bessie, whose fright- ened face appeared through a crack in the upstairs door leading to their quarters. Even the bartender had succumbed to the ex- citement and gone with the mob. The liquor shelves back of the bar were nearly empty, evidence of what was to come. The miners were preparing themselves for the job ahead, should any of the men in the besieged cabin be taken alive. Tex went behind the bar. He poured from a bottle; a big one for her, a small one for himself. “You need it, Miss Owens,” he said. “I wish you'd call me Lil or Lily,” she answered. “And I do need this badly. One of the few times I’ve ever drunk whiskey. J hope I won't have to again.” She lifted the glass. They drank. She began to cough and he handed her another glass. She drank the water too. Footsteps sounded and Tex looked up as the Deacon and Charley and Black Jack came in through the swinging doors. “Just looking around,” Deacon Sellers grinned, his eyes roving over the room with the two empty lookout chairs and one green- topped poker table overturned—either by accident or design. “See anything special you like?” queried Tex. “Quite a bit. So you got clear?” “I saw something I didnt’ like a little while ago.” “Nice things to have—a pair of good eyes,” commented the Deacon. “Mine were good enough to see from the comer. of the jail down to here when Cres came through the door and fell face down on the sidewalk,” Burnett answered slowly. His voice was comicbooks.com