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doc#142 | his coat for his gun. </p><p> " |
doc#142 | longer, then his nerve gave under |
doc#142 | the steps with his men following. |
doc#143 | walking out to his corral that morning |
doc#143 | in front of his feet. A |
doc#143 | to be farming his spread. His |
doc#143 | own rifle in his hands, and |
doc#143 | an ax at his second willow when |
doc#143 | Powell was clutching his chest. The |
doc#143 | , he shook his head, kept |
doc#143 | but merely let his reputation work for |
doc#143 | was certain -- his method was effective |
doc#144 | missing and that his own gray was |
doc#144 | needed. Probably his horse would be |
doc#144 | ahead carefully, his left hand in |
doc#144 | a match in his pocket and lit |
doc#144 | , Curt drew his gun and clicked |
doc#144 | . </p><p> Jess caught his breath in surprise |
doc#144 | to reach for his gun, but |
doc#144 | raw fury in his eyes, and |