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Brand, Max, 1892-1944

"The Seventh Man"

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"That right?"
"I'll tell a man it is. Mind you, I don't say Barry ain't handy with his
gun; but he's done a little and the gents have furnished the trimmin's.
Look here, if Barry is the man-eater they say, why did he pick a time for
comin' down when the sheriff was out of town?"
"By God!" exclaimed Ronicky. "I never thought of that!"
"Sure you didn't," chuckled Sliver. "But this sucker figures that you and
Gus and me will be easy pickin's. He figures we'll do what Vic did--hit for
the tall pines. Then he'll blow around how he ran the four of us out of
Alder. Be pleasant comin' back to talk like that, eh?"
There was a volley of rapid curses from the other two.
"We'll get this cheap skate, Sliver," suggested Ronicky. "We'll get this
ghost and tie him up and take him back to Alder and make a show of him."
"We will," nodded Sliver. "Have you figured how?"
"Lie out here in the bush. He'll hunt around Alder all night and when the
mornin' comes he'll leave and he'll come out this way. We'll be ready for
him where the valley's narrow down there.


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