Arizona Round-Up — page 90: what you’re looking at

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Y NOW THE entire population of the gulch, men, women, and frightened children, had come to the scene of the fight. Inside the shack all was a shambles. One of Bailey’s men was dead, shot squarely through the throat as he tried to kill a besieger from a window. It had cost the lives of three men to get him. Their bodies were sprawled in grotesque postures some dis- tance away. Two others were wounded. Upjohn himself had been hit. He sat on the floor of the cabin, trying to bind up his bleeding shoulder and cursing because no- body bothered to help him. Lance Haraway had his guns back now and was using them. | The interior of the cabin reeked with acrid black powder- smoke. The windows had been shot out, one by a shot blast fired from around a big tree thirty yards away. The Jefenders were conserving their ammunition now, for it was running low. They bent low beneath the sills, gaping emptily and through which a continual stream of lead was drumming. Bullets tore through the plank walls, left great splintered gashes in the raw pine, went on through the opposite wall. Of the five trapped men inside, only Jed Haraway was not using a gun. He had found a water basin, taken razor and scissors and soap from a crude shelf, and sat on the floor busily engaged first in clipping away his beard and then shaving. “It's shore gittin’ hot in here,” Sandy grunted from the opposite corner, where he lay firing through a large knothole. “We oughta try to make a break fer it.” “How?” snarled back Bud Bailey. “In a balloon or somethin’?” “A lot better than stayin’ in here an’ gittin’ shot down like dogs. Ain't goin’ to be long till the thick-headed fools finally git wise an’ start shootin’ low along the floor line. When they do we'll all git kilt plumb quick.” 88 comicbooks.com