Pulp Fiction, 1950 · page 89 of 133
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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 87 cleared him. He didn’t even have to bother about-reminding them of his part in stopping the holdup. If it weren't for this man here Bailey and his men would still be free. Spread the word as you go. Most of the miners know it anyhow, but spread it again. And spread the word that Deacon Sellers, Three-Finger Charley, Black Jack Smith, Big Thumb Barton, Frenchy LeBleau, Tommy Ace-in-the-Hole—they’re all crooked gamblers. They worked for me, fleecing you men. Yes, I admit itl” she cried out passionately. “It's true. We fleeced you!” The three tinhorns looked at her, uneasiness spreading over their countenances. . “I remember playin’ with you,” one of the two miners said angrily to Charley. “I lost my Biggers check in thet game.” Tex began to laugh softly. He took his time about pulling one of his guns because the three were otherwise occupied. They had moved as though to go toward the door. “Hold it, boys,” Tex grinned. “Deacon, before you and Black Jack go, these two men would like a couple of souvenirs you're wearing on your fingers. Those mirror rings you use when you reach over to light a miner’s cigarette and look at what's in his hand. These boys would probably like them.” “Go to blazes,” rumbled Black Jack savagely. “You can hand ‘em over or get a gun barrel bent over your head and lose them anyhow.” And to the two miners: “Take them, men. It’s little enough pay for what they've taken from you. The Deacon and Black Jack knew when they were beaten. They handed over the two mirror rings and then went toward the door. The miners examined the tiny mirrors, swore and hur- ried out. “The old gang,” Burnett said, “is breaking up. The last of the old time tinhorns.” He came from back of the bar. Lily still stood half gazing off into the distance. “You'd better go upstairs, Lily,” he told her gently. “Just go upstairs and . ... wait.” “Thank you, Tex. Thank you very much. As you say, the old gang is breaking up,” she answered in a low voice. “And as their leader, I’m breaking with them.” comicbooks.com