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"What's his name?" asked Kells

"Jim Cleve, he said," replied Pearce

Joan Randle, hidden back in the shadows, forgotten or ignored by

this bandit group, heard the name Jim Cleve with pain and fear, but

not aan his speech she had been

prepared for the revelation of her runaway lover's narew a little sick Jiiven to live over again the moment that had

alienated him?

"Jiet a

na, but not too big," replied Pearce "All

hter, hard

gambler an' drinker--reckless as hell If only you can steady him,

boss! Ask Bate what he thinks"

"Well!" exclaiers are everyday

occurrences on this border But I never knew one to impress you

fellows as this CleveBate, what do you say? What's this Cleve

done? You're an old head Talk, sense, now"

"Done?" echoed Wood, scratching his grizzled head "What in the hell

ain't he done?He rode in brazener than any feller thet ever

stacked up against this outfit An' straight-off he wins the outfit

I don't kno he done it Mebbe it was because you seen he didn't

care fer anythin' or anybody on earth He stirred us up He won all

the ive it all back He

drank et drunk He threw his