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‘ARIZONA ROUNDUP 91 of the honest working men of the gulch. As he plunged through, a pole struck both wrists and a gun barrel hit him over the head. He was yanked aside by a dozen rough hands and Sandy, out of ammunition too, followed. Strong hands grabbed him and pin- ioned his arms. The vigilantes had them all. The men were quickly bound and started toward town. Sandy limped along, complaining of his wrist bonds being too tight, until somebody jeeringly reminded him that he’d have a tighter rope on him pretty soon, only it wouldn’t be that far down. It would be up around his neck. Upjohn had been fortunate enough to be handed a drink by a miner and could make his way-alone. Lance Haraway was silent, a little pale. And people stared curi- ously at the newly shaven Jed Haraway, who had gone to warn the outlaws who had held up his stagecoach and killed his shot- gun guard, For Jed had been respected by those who knew him. They passed the corner of the Golden Pheasant and two peo- ple came pushing their way through. One was a tall black-clad man who wore two guns: Burnett, who had foiled the holdup _attempt and killed one of the gang now in custody. Tex Burnett, gambler of high caliber and deadliest man in the gulch with a six-shooter. The death of Massey, exaggerated with each telling, had proven it. People fell back as Tex strode through. Lily Owens followed in the path he made. Men fell silent and a few women spat. She went up and, masking her surprise at the sight of her father’s clean-shaven face, threw her arms around his neck. “Pap,” she whispered. “Oh, Pap, what have I done to you?” “It's all right, Hon. Just the bad breaks.” The crowd was silent now, the bound prisoners watching. Jed Haraway looked into Tex Burnett’s eyes. “Hello, Tex,” he smiled. Tex looked back at him and smiled too. Memory again running back down a long trail. “Hello, Hole-Card,” Tex said. “What?” Lily Owens cried out. “What did he call you?” “Hole-Card Pete, Hon. That used to be my name.” “I heard you and Tex mention—” “Yes, Hon, and we haven’t much time. Now you know why I comiclbooks.com