They watched him walk to the roan, throw the reins over an arm, and lead it slowly down the street, followed by the conjecturing messenger. Tex Jones evidently was in no hurry, for he stopped in two places before entering the hotel, and in there he remained for a quarter of an hour. When premature congratulations were offered him he accepted them with becoming modesty and explained that he was not yet appointed. Gus Williams looked up with some irritation when the door opened and admitted Tex into the store. The newcomer leaned against the counter, nodded to Gus and grinned at Henry. "Hear you want to see me about somethin’," he said, flickering dust from his boots with a softly snapping handkerchief. "What made you shoot Bud Haines?" growled the proprietor, turning on the stepladder against the shelves. Tex shook his head in befitting sorrow. "I shore didn’t want to shoot Bud," he answered slowly. "Bud hadn’t never done nothin’ to me; but," he explained, wearily, "he just made me do it. I dassn’t let him shoot twice, dast I?" Williams growled something and replaced several articles of merchandise. "Hennery says you had to do it," he grudgingly admitted. "I reckon mebby you did--_but_, I don’t see why you went at Bud like that, in th’ first place." "I aimed to stop a killin’," muttered Tex, contritely; "an’, instead of doin’ it, I went an’ made one. I ain’t none surprised," he said, sighing resignedly, "for I generally play in bad luck. Ever since I shot that black cat, up at Laramie, I’ve had bad luck--not that I’m what you might call superstitious," he quickly and defiantly explained. "Well, a man can’t allus help things like that," admitted Williams. "I had streaks of luck that looked like they never would peter out." He shifted several articles, leaned back to study their arrangement, and slowly continued. "You see, Bud had a job that ain’t very common; an’ men like Bud ain’t very common, neither. He allus was plumb grateful because I saved his life once in a--stampede," he naively finished. "I got a lot of valuable property in this here town, and Windsor gets quite lively when th’ placerin’ is going good. I shore feel sort of lost without Bud." He wiped his dusty hands on his trousers and slowly climbed down. "Now, I remembered that Scrub Oak an’ Willow both has peace officers, an’ Windsor shore ain’t taking a back seat from towns like them. Hennery was sayin’ that folks here sort of been talkin’ about a city marshal, an’ mentionin’ you for th’ office. We ought to have our valuable property pertected, an’ me, bein’ the owner of most of th’ valuable property here an’ hereabouts, nat’rally leans to that idea; but, bein’ th’ biggest owner of valuable property, I sort of got to look the man over purty well before I appoint him. I got to have a good man, a man that’ll pertect th’ most property first. What you think about it?"