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 g*n!”
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 g*n,” 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
