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And now here he was himself—one of Rennie’s riders—involved in a saloon fight with troopers. Drew began to realize that this could be even worse than the physical punishment he and Anse had suffered. "You ... bartender—" The sergeant now looked to Fowler. "What’d you see?" "You ain’t gonna take his word for it, for anythin’ in this mudhole of a town, are you, Sarge?
He stepped to the side of the overturned table, gathered the other two volumes, and placed them together in a neat pile on the bar. All of the men continued to watch him as if his actions were highly significant. "So—" he turned to face Muller. "We have established that there was a book, in fact, three books." "What’d you want with that book, Helms?" Muller demanded. He was met by a scowl.
Old Man is always on lookout for a good rider. Soon as we see how Johnny’s doin’, we’ll head south. I already sent Greyfeather back to tell the Old Man th’ kid’s hurt an’ up here. Reese, what’d you think ’bout Bayliss? That he’ll try to take over runnin’ the town?" "Might just," the gambler replied. "Could he do it?" "I hardly think so. What he’s really out for is Hunt’s hide.
"Well," Anse broke that short pause, "Pa shot him one big buck as was ridin’ straight into th’ Ranger line, wantin’ to count one o’ them coups by whangin’ some white man personal with his lance, or some such foolishness. This buck had him a war shield an’ Pa picked it up when all th’ smoke blew away. What’d’ you think that there shield was packed with?
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