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Brand, Max, 1892-1944

"Black Jack"


He was ready to fight. But he was not at all pleased with the prospect.
Terry again glanced at the witnesses. Every one of them was alert, but
there was none of that fear which comes in the faces of ordinary men when
strife between men is at hand. And suddenly Terry knew that every one of
the five men in the room was an old familiar of danger, every one of them
a past master of gun fighting!

CHAPTER 24

The uneasy wait continued for a moment or more. The whisper of Joe
Pollard to his daughter barely reached the ear of Terry.
"Cut in between 'em, girl. You can handle 'em. I can't!"
She responded instantly, before Terry recovered from his shock of
surprise.
"Slim, keep away from your gun!"
She spoke as she whirled from her chair to her feet. It was strange to
see her direct all her attention to Slim, when Phil Marvin seemed the one
about to draw.
"I ain't even nearin' my gun," asserted Slim truthfully. "It's Phil
that's got a strangle hold on his."
"You're waiting for him to draw," said the girl calmly enough. "I know
you, Slim. Phil, don't be a fool. Drop your hand away from that gat!"
He hesitated; she stepped directly between him and his enemy of the
moment and jerked the gun from its holster.


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