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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Is that gun-man goin' to be the hero in your story, ma'am?" he asked quietly. "Why, of course." "An' I'm to be him?" She gave him a defiant glance, though she blushed immediately. "Why do you ask?" she questioned in reply. "You need have no fear that I will compel my hero to do anything dishonorable." "I ain't fearin' anything," he returned. "But I'd like to know how you come to think of that.
Would you mind taking my job a minute while I go outside?" "Not in the least; take your time. Let me see what the tickets look like. That 's all right say, Masters, before you go, do you know that big duffer with a black beard in the front line?" The other gave a quick glance down the faces. "I've seen him before; dealt faro at the Poodle Dog a while; said to be a gun-man. Never heard his name.
"Ben says when a man is quick to shoot out here he is called a gun-man, and that if he carries two revolvers he is a two-gun man. Ben laughs at me when I speak of a 'revolver'; they are known merely as 'guns' out here. I must remember this. Ben says that though he likes Ferguson quite well, he is rather suspicious of him.
It would avail him little to surrender, for the gun-man would undoubtedly make good his threats; fidelity to such pledges is one of the few things sacred to the race. With some vague and desperate idea of defence, Bob picked up a heavy branch of driftwood. Then, as the man drew nearer, Bob scrambled hastily over the smooth apron to the tiny beach that the eddies had washed out below the precipice.
The mine was his, without a doubt, both by purchase and by assessment work done; and he had no fear of dispossession by a jumper who was so obviously in the wrong. "Hello, there!" he hailed, reining in before the tunnel; and after a minute the man rose up with his pistol poised over his shoulder. It was Dave, Murray's gun-man, and at sight of his enemy Denver was swept with a gust of passion.
"Waiting for a better chance, maybe," suggested Amy. "Must be. But what better chance does he want, unless he aims to get Bob here, with a club?" They followed the tracks left by Saleratus Bill until it was evident beyond doubt that the gun-man had in reality departed. Then they started to retrace their steps. "Why not cut across?" asked Bob. "I want to see whereabouts I was shooting," said Ware.
Of the past I shall remember only my riders of the purple sage." Venters smiled his gladness. "And you Lassiter what shall you remember?" he queried. The old gun-man looked at Jane and then at his clawlike hands and then at Fay. His eyes lost their shadow and began to twinkle. "Wal, I rolled a stone once, but I reckon now thet time Wrangle " "Lassiter, I said you dreamed that race.
There was a chance, of course and, in view of Saleratus Bill's shrewdness, a very strong chance that the gun-man would add to his precautions a wait and a watch at the entrance to the cove. If Bob were to wade out around the ledge, he might run fairly into his former jailer's gun.
Ignoring Bob's indignant demands, the gun-man loosed his ankles, taking, however, the precaution of throwing the riata over the young man's shoulders. "Climb your horse," he commanded briefly. "How do you expect me to do that, with my hands tied behind me?" demanded Bob. "I don't know. Just do it, and be quick," replied Saleratus Bill. Bob's horse was nervous and restive.
"Remember what I say. This Lassiter is something more than a gun-man. Jud, he's big he's great!... I feel that in him. God help Tull and Dyer when Lassiter does go after them. For horses and riders and stone walls won't save them." "Wal, hev it your way, Bern. I hope you're right. Nat'rully I've been some sore on Lassiter fer gittin' soft.
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