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He had come to the mines some years before to work a claim, for which he brought papers giving him all right and title thereto, and he had met with varying success ever since.

He was known as the Miner of Hangman’s Gulch, as his cabin was isolated and near a spot where all the hangings in Yellow Dust Valley took place.

No other cabin was within a mile and a half of him, for the superstitious miners would not seek claims within a mile-limit of Hangman’s Gulch, which was regarded by many as haunted, and was looked upon by all as a place accursed.

His home was situated upon a spur around the base of which wound a trail, and his claim was an eighth of a mile distant from his cabin.

Generous to all, peaceful in his nature, but a dangerous man to arouse, he had won his name of Deadshot Dean by defending himself against half a dozen desperadoes on one occasion, and since then had shown himself to be a man of courage and determination which no peril could daunt.

Leaving the Devil’s Den, the miner had gone directly to the Frying Pan, and Bonnie Belle met him at the office, and said: