Wherein a nickel-plated bad-man runs up against a chap of the blue-steel variety, and powder is burned. The thick-shouldered counter man, who looked as though he might have been a bartender once, raised his head with a smile meant to placate and excuse. He nodded toward the flyspecked window.…
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