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Updated: May 11, 2025
One morning, some three weeks after the invasion of Gophertown, Bud Light, Billy Dime, and Brand Williams appeared at the Moonstone Ranch office. Quite casually they had dismounted, and jingling up had asked for Walter Stone. Upon his appearance the younger men applied individually for their old places. The room smelled of cigarette smoke and antiseptics.
We can do the thirty by nine. A fella would be able to ride round town then without fallin' over anything." "What you fellas gettin' at?" queried Williams. "Gophertown," replied Dime. "You want to come along?" "Is it settled?" asked the foreman. The group nodded. "Well, boys, it would 'a' been my way of evenin' up for a pal." "Then you're comin', too?"
And Silent Saunders holstered his gun, swung out of the cañon, and spurred down the mountain, not toward the desert town, but toward Gophertown, some thirty miles to the north. He had found the claim. The desert town folk he had used to good advantage. They had paid his expenses while he trailed Overland and Collie. They had even guaranteed him protection from the law such as it was on the Mojave.
Saunders gestured toward the cañon behind Gophertown. The saloon-keeper shook his head. "Don't think most of our boys will be back this week. Brandin' that bunch of new stock. Takes time to do it right." "Well, here comes Parks and Santa Fé Smith," said Saunders. "That makes four of us." "Mebby and mebby not," said the saloon-keeper. "That depends.
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