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doc#134 | stallion's quivering neck. "Help me up, | Clay | . Help me up, I feel kind of stiff". Clayton |
doc#134 | Just cleared out. I didn't understand why, | Clay | . They just all cleared out. I treated them |
doc#134 | and he came slowly down the steps. </p><p> " | Clay | ", he said, "where are we goin"? </p><p> " |
doc#134 | eyes, ashamed of his tears. </p><p> "I'll go, | Clay | ". </p><p> Clayton freed himself from the |
doc#110 | -- were made by such master moderates as | Clay | and Douglas to resolve the difference peacefully |
doc#143 | legendary figure. Such ranchers as Coble and | Clay | and the Bosler brothers carried him on |