Arizona Round-Up — page 94: what you’re looking at

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99 WILLIAM HOPSON hated to see you in this business. It’s why your mother left me when you were a pretty small tyke and took you with her. I was too busy following the pasteboards away from home to make one for you and her. It’s why, when I finally did find you, I found’ more happiness in hard work and not letting Deacon and the old bunch here know.” | She hugged him tight again, and somewhere among the crowd a man coughed nervously. “Oh, Pap, Pap!” she whispered. “If only I'd done things your way and not mine.” “Let’s get going,” one of the deputy vigilantes cut in not un- kindly. “The committee’ll be forming right soon, I reckon.” They moved on toward the jail. Half of the crowd pushed on down the street to refresh themselves after the long ordeal. None went into the Pheasant. A look in over the open, swinging doors was sufficient. The Pheasant was still deserted. But in front of it stood two men. Gardner the gambler, immac- ulate as ever, his chiseled features expressionless. The other man was Pearson. Chapter Vinetoen 6¢ IL, COULD I speak with you a moment?” Harlan Pearson asked, stopping them. “About whatP” “It’s personal. Shall we go inside?” “If you wish,” she answered, and led the way through the swinging doors. They walked across the floor of the deserted gaming room and bar, and she went in back of it, setting out a brandy for him. “Thank you,” he smiled. He was formally polite, and yet she sensed with a woman’s intuition that he didn't wish to be formal. “Aren't you drinking with me?” he asked. ., comicbooks.com