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There was no place where he could run The voice of the man above him

called out sharp and hard

"Halt! Sam Woodhull, look at ht of the Bright Angel The

rifle barrel to his last gaze becae as a

bottle top, and around it shone a fringed aura of red and purple light

That ht have been the eye

Steadily as when he had held his friend's life in his hand, sighting

five inches above his eyes, the old hunter dre above the eyes of

his enemy When the dry report cut the confined air of the valley, the

body of Sam Woodhull started forward The small blue hole an inch above

the eyes showed the murderer's man hunt done