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"I'll bet you're glad to get back to Sleepy Cat," objected Belle. Lefever pointed a serious, almost accusing finger at her: "Thank you for saying it, Belle; and that's never hinting the Panhandle's not a good country not a bit of it. But, just the same, I'm glad to get back to my own. There's no place like hell, Jim, is there? especially if you've got friends there you know that."
Sneed, close behind Posmo, watched to see that the Mexican carried out his instructions, which were simply to tell Panhandle to get his horse and leave town with them. Seeing the group behind the Mexican, Panhandle's first thought was that Posmo had betrayed him to the authorities. It was Posmo. Panhandle recognized the Mexican's pinto horse.
"Up to Clubfoot Sneed's place, to get a couple of hosses that belonged to me. He was kind of hostile. Followed us down to San Andreas and done spoiled our night's rest. But I got the hosses." "Hosses seems to be his failin'," said the big man. "So some folks say. I'm one of 'em." "How are the folks up Antelope way?" "Kinda permanent, as usual. I hear Panhandle's drifted south again.
He told his story in a manner that impressed the coroner's jury. Senator Brown was present, and identified one of the dead outlaws as Sneed. Posmo, killed by Panhandle's first shot, was known in Phoenix. Panhandle, riddled with bullets, was also identified by the Senator, Cheyenne, and several habitués of the gambling-hall. Bartley himself identified the body of one man as that of Hull.
Bartley was surprised that such an apparently light tap on the head should put a man out. "Get him out of here," said Tom, the proprietor. "I don't want any rough stuff in here. And if I were in your boots, Cheyenne, I'd leave town for a while." "I'm leavin' to-morrow mornin'." Cheyenne was coolly counting his winnings. Wishful, the silent, doused a glass of water in Panhandle's face.
He stated that unpleasant fact to his companions, Posmo and Shorty, the latter a town loafer he had picked up in Antelope. Shorty had nothing to say. Panhandle's drunken aggressive cowed him. But Posmo, who had really found the market for the stolen stock, felt that he had been cheated. Panhandle had promised him a third of his share of the money.
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