Arizona Round-Up — page 98: what you’re looking at

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96 WILLIAM HOPSON evenly spaced in front of the edifice. Two more were out back. Two others did duty inside, watching the prisoners. The vigi- lantes were taking no chances of a rescue attempt or an escape. Tex swung down, trailing the black gelding’s reins; a big miner blocked his path. | | “Keep goin’, mister,” he barked. “Nobody but vigilantes al- lowed here. No visitors. Git!” “I'm the man who got Newt Thurby and caused these same men to be captured,” Tex grunted impatiently. “Why in Hades would I want to rescue them?” “Don’t know. Don’t care. Nobody sees ’em. Git, I said!” He swung the barre] around menacingly but Tex already was in reach of it. Tex's spurred right boot went out and hooked back of the man’s left leg. He shoved hard on the shotgun barrel. The miner went over backwards and hit the ground with a thud. That could have caused trouble—trouble that Tex stood poised to take care of with a double draw that would cover them all. But it wasn’t necessary. The look of foolish surprise on the downed man’s face brought guffaws from the others. One of the others looked at Tex. “What you want to see ‘em about?” he asked, respect in his eyes for this quiet-eyed man with the platinum hair. “I don’t want to see them all,” ‘Tex replied. “Just Jed. He’s pretty sure what the verdict will be—” “He dawg-gawned sure ought to figger thet one out,” cut in one of the others. “Man’d have to be purty dumb not to.” “Jed isn’t. But he has some property to be disposed of. His freight wagon and team and the contents of his cabin. Miss Owens wishes me to take care of it.” ‘The guards exchanged looks with the two who stood in the doorway. One of them nodded to Tex. “All right, Burnett. We know it was you got that Newt feller with a rifle, so T reckon the . vigilantes owes you that much. Come on in.” Tex entered the marshal’s office. Somebody had said they were at home, under guard of more miners. All the previous prisoners had been turned out to make room for the five men who already were as good as doomed. Upjohn lay on a bunk in the south end, motionless so as to keep down the pain in his wounded shoulder. One of the guards had brought. Conniclooolkks.com