The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 67, July 1963 - April, 1964 Page: 69
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If Hardin went into the saloon, he and Taylor had come outside
by the time the Brown County deputy sheriff drew near. Bud
Dixon also had come out of the barroom. He was standing at the
right of Hardin, Taylor at his left. Other men who had been
standing near Hardin had drawn back as if to give him room.
Nobody was talking. All eyes were focused on Webb, walking
toward them unhurriedly, his head lowered slightly, two pistols
in the holsters that hung from his belt, hands behind his back.
When he was within about five feet of Hardin, the gunman
called out sharply, "Are you the sheriff of Brown County?"
Lifting his head slightly, half turning his face, Webb gazed at
the killer from under his heavy brows as he took his own time
in answering. "No, I'm the deputy sheriff."
"Do you have papers for my arrest?"
"I don't even know you."
"I'm the notorious John Wesley Hardin, the desperado, as
people call me," Hardin said boastfully, with a motion of his
hands. "I'm considered an outlaw, but I always carry the doc-
uments to protect myself."
Whatever emotion Webb may have felt, he kept hidden as he
studied Hardin's face.
"What's in your hand behind your back?"
"A cigar." The deputy sheriff swung his hand forward and
opened it to show the stump of a cigar.
"I've been told that you said Sheriff Carnes was no sheriff
or he wouldn't allow me to stay around Comanche with my mur-
dering pals," Hardin went on, drunk and determined to pick
a fight.
"I've never made any such statement. So far as I know, Mr.
Carnes has always discharged his duty."
"Well, you people of Brown County have said that John Games
is no sheriff and no man. What about that?"
Webb had begun to show signs of being nettled by Hardin's
persistent questioning. "I know nothing about the talk and I am
not responsible for what the people of Brown County are saying,"
he retorted.
P. H. Thurmond, a lawyer and a friend of Webb's, had been
standing in the street when he saw Webb coming toward the
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