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Updated: May 11, 2025
"By examinin' the cahtridge," continued the Texan in a dangerous voice, "I found that the fatal gun had five grooves and five lands. The usual six-shootah has six grooves and six lands. Let me see yo' gun, sah!" The command came like a whip-crack and little drops of perspiration stood out suddenly on Goliday's ashen forehead. "It's a lie," he stammered. "Yo' had bettah confess, Goliday.
Kid Wolf's eyes went from Goliday's dark, amazed face, with its shock of black hair, down to his boots. They were low-heeled, square-toed boots, embellished with scrolls done in red thread. The Kid's quiet glance traveled again back to Goliday's startled countenance. Dismay and fury were mingled there. Kid Wolf had made no movement toward his guns. His hands were relaxed easily at his sides.
"Yuh wanted to see my gun," said Goliday, with a sudden, deadly laugh. "All right, I'll show yuh what's in it!" Like a flash his hairy right hand shot down toward the ivory-handled Colt. The ranchman's hand touched the handle before Kid Wolf made even a move toward his own weapons. Goliday's eager, fear-accelerated fingers snapped the hammer back.
He was smiling. Goliday's ivory-handled gun was in his pistol holster. His hand moved a few inches toward it. Then it stopped. Goliday hesitated. Face to face with the show-down, he was afraid. "Well," the ranchman's words came slowly, "what do yuh want with me?" "I want yo'," said The Kid in a voice ringing like a sledge on solid steel, "fo' the murdah of the ownah of the S Bar!"
By following the mountain chain to the westward he would reach a dry wash that would lead him to a point within sight of Goliday's hacienda. "Still set on it?" The Kid nodded. "Adios! Yuh'll probably get through to the S Bar in good time. Good-by, Harry." "Good luck!" they shouted after him.
A round dot had suddenly appeared two inches left of his breast bone. He dropped heavily, grunting as he struck the ground. Paying no more attention to him, Kid Wolf holstered his own smoking .45 and bent over and picked up Goliday's ivory-handled weapon. He smiled grimly as he peered into the muzzle. A very peculiar gun!
Goliday took his hand away from the butt of his ivory-handled gun. The Texan had pulled his other revolver with the bewildering speed of a magician. Goliday was covered, "plumb center." "That's our answah, sah!" The Kid snapped. Goliday's sallow face was red with rage. "I have power here!" he rasped. "And yuh'll hear from me!
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