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"He'll not do rowled Beasley But the thick purplish blood was receding from his face "Your cowpuncher--"

"Bah!" she interrupted, and she snapped her fingers in his face "He's from Texas! He's from TEXAS!"

"Supposin' he is frory irritation "What's thet? Texans are all over There's Jiht-hand man He's from Texas But thet ain't scarin' any one"

He pointed toward Wilson, who shifted uneasily frolance followed his hand

"Are you from Texas?" she asked

"Yes, Miss, I am--an' I reckon I don't deserve it," replied Wilson It was certain that a vague shame attended his confession

"Oh! I believed even a bandit froirl!" she replied, in withering scorn of disappointment

Jim Wilson dropped his head If any one there suspected a serious turn to Wilson's attitude toward that situation it was the keen outlaw leader

"Beasley, you're courtin' death," he broke in

"You bet you are!" added Bo, with a passion that ang of outlaws! You may force my sister out of her home! But your day will come' Tom Carmichael will KILL you"

Beasleyin the saddle, to glare down at the outlaw leader

"Snake, thet's no fault of mine the deal's miscarried I was square I made my offer for the workin' out of my plan It 'ain't been done Now there's hell to pay an' I'h"

"Beasley, I reckon I couldn't hold you to anythin'," replied Anson, slowly "But if you was square you ain't square now We've hung around an' tried hard My men are all sore An' we're broke, with no outfit to speak of Me an' you never fell out before But I reckon we ht"

"Do I owe you any money--accordin' to the deal?" demanded Beasley

"No, you don't," responded Anson, sharply

"Then thet's square I wash ot ot plans Go in with him"

With that Beasley spurred his horse, wheeled and rode away The outlaws gazed after him until he disappeared in the cedars

"What'd you expect froreaser?" queried Shady Jones

"Anson, didn't I say so?" added Burt