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Brand, Max, 1892-1944

"Trailin'!"


"Then I come to a house which was all busted up because Bard had come
along and flirted with the girl, and she's got too proud for the feller
she was engaged to--begun thinkin' of millionaires right away, I s'pose.
"Next I tracked him to Flanders's saloon, where he'd showed up Sandy
Ferguson the day before and licked him bad. I seen Ferguson. It was sure
some lickin'."
"Ferguson? The gun-fighter? The two-gun man?"
"Him."
"Ah-h-h!" drawled the big man.
The colour was back in his face. He seemed to be enjoying the recountal
hugely.
"Then I hit Eldara and found all the lights out."
"Because of Bard?"
"H-m! He'd had a run-in with Butch Conklin, and Butch threatened to come
back with all his gang and wipe Eldara off the map. He stuck around and
while he was waitin' for Butch and his gang, he started flirtin' with
Sally--Fortune."
The name seemed to stick in his throat and he had to bring it out with a
grimace. "So now you want his blood, Nash?"
"I'll have it," said the cowpuncher quietly, "I've got gambler's luck.
In the end I'm sure to win.


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