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Without moving a muscle Andy stood with his hands
raised, blinkingly trying to identify each individual rider.
There was Houck on his big gray cow-horse. To the left rode Simpson,
known all over the range as Gary's close friend. Andy half-expected to
see Cotton with the posse, but Cotton was not there. He did not
recognize the two riders on the wings of the posse.
"Mornin', fellas!" he called as the cowboys swept up. "What's the
idea?"
"This!" snarled Simpson as he took out his rope.
"Hold on!" cried Houck, dismounting and covering White. "This ain't
our man! It's young Andy White!"
"You might 'a' found that out before you started shootin'," said Andy,
lowering his hands. "My gun's on the saddle there."
Despite the fact that it was Andy White, Houck took no chances, but
searched him. Then, "what in hell was _your_ idea?"
"Me? Why, I was ridin' to the Concho when one of you guys shot my hat
off. I reckoned it was about time to pull up."
"Ridin' to the Concho, eh? I suppose you'll say next that you got lost
and thought the Concho was over this way?"
"Nope.


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