"Bah!" he said, "I'm an officer of the law. There are a dozen of my
men right behind you! Pull your gun! I'd like nothing better than to
have an excuse to perforate you! Sanderson, eh?" he laughed. "Well,
I've heard of you. Square Deal, eh? And here you are, masqueradin' as
Will Bransford! That's goin' to be quite an interestin' situation at
the Double A when things get to goin', eh?"
He laughed again, raucously, and turned his back to Sanderson,
disappearing into the store.
Sanderson glanced behind him. Several men were watching him, their
faces set and determined. Sanderson grinned at them and continued his
interrupted walk down the street.
But something had been added to his hatred of Alva Dale--the knowledge
that Dale would not scruple to murder him on any pretext. Sanderson's
grin grew wider as he walked, for he knew of several men who had
harbored such evil intentions against him, and they----
But Dale was a stronger antagonist, and he had power and authority
behind him. Still, his spirit undaunted, Sanderson's grin grew wider,
though perhaps more grim.
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