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He trusted no man--and no man
who knew him trusted him--not even The Spider, though he could have
sent Malvey to the penitentiary on any one of several counts.
Malvey had no subtlety. He simply knew the game and possessed a
tremendous amount of nerve. Like most red-headed men, he rode
rough-shod and aggressively to his goal. He "bulled" his way through,
when more capable men of equal nerve failed.
Riding beside him across the southern desert, Young Pete could not help
noticing Malvey's hands--huge-knuckled and freckled--and Pete surmised
correctly that this man was not quick with a gun. Pete also noticed
that Malvey "roughed" his horse unnecessarily; that he was a good
rider, but a poor horseman. Pete wondered that desert life had not
taught Malvey to take better care of his horse.
As yet Pete knew nothing of their destination--nor did he care. It was
good to be out in the open, again with a good horse under him. The
atmosphere of The Spider's saloon had been too tense for comfort. Pete
simply wanted to vacate Showdown until such time as he might return
safely.


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