No, sir! It's a hike for Jimmie Mac on the back of
the first bronc he can slap a saddle on."
Bannister frowned. "I don't like to run before the scurvy
scoundrels."
"Do y'u suppose I'm enjoying it? Not to any extent, I allow. But
that sweet relative of yours holds every ace in the deck, and
he'll play them, too. He owns the law in this man's town, and he
owns the lawless. But the best card he holds is that he can get a
thousand of the best people here to join him in hanging the
'king' of the Shoshone outlaws. Explanations nothing! Y'u rode
under the name of Bannister, didn't y'u? He's Jack Holloway."
"It does make a strong combination," admitted the sheepman.
"Strong! It's invincible. I can see him playing it, laughing up
his sleeve all the time at the honest fools he is working. No,
sir! I draw out of a game like that. Y'u don't get a run for your
money."
"Of course he knows already what has happened," mused Bannister.
"Sure he knows. That fellow with Morgan made a bee-line for him.
Just about now he's routing the sheriff out of his bed. We got no
time to lose. Thing is, to burn the wind out of this town while
we have the chance."
"I see. It won't help us any to be spilling lead into a sheriff's
posse.
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