You know that part of the old town?"
"Not very well," she admitted with apparent regret, "but of course I
read a good bit about it in the papers--the desperate characters,
gunmen, and all those the police have so much trouble with. Are those
stories really true?"
"There ain't a third of them ever told," and he leaned forward, quite
at his ease again. "I have some business interests down that way, and
so hear a good deal of what is going on at first hand. A New York
gunman is so much worse than these amateurs out here there ain't no
comparison. Why, I know a case----"
He stopped suddenly and took a sip of coffee.
"Tell me about it."
"'Tisn't anything to interest you, and, besides, it wouldn't sound well
here at the table; some other time, maybe, when you and I get better
acquainted. What ever brought a girl like you down in here?"
She smiled.
"I'm a feature writer; I'm doing a series on the West for
_Scribbler's_," she told him. "I visit New Mexico next, but I'm after
something else besides a description of mountains and men; I'm also
going to hunt up an old friend interested in mining, who told me if I
ever got out this way I must look him up.
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