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doc#144 | Curt with a roundhouse right which sent | him | spinning. An inch lower and it would have |
doc#144 | An inch lower and it would have knocked | him | out. As it was, his vision blurred and |
doc#144 | began to focus, he saw Jess charging at | him | with a pitchfork. </p><p> Curt twisted to |
doc#144 | over. When his head came down, Curt grabbed | him | by the hair and catapulted him head first |
doc#144 | Curt grabbed him by the hair and catapulted | him | head first into the wall. </p><p> The building |
doc#144 | one step away from the wall. Curt caught | him | flush on the nose with a blow which started |
doc#144 | </p><p> "Tell me about Arbuckle! You killed | him | , didn't you"? </p><p> "It was Brenner's idea |
doc#144 | grabbed Black by the shoulder, and pulled | him | into the barn. </p><p> "You're staying right |
doc#144 | the door. Curt followed, reaching behind | him | to shut the door and hook it. Black would |
doc#144 | trouble getting out, but it might delay | him | a few minutes. </p><p> "Where're you takin' |
doc#145 | the retreating back directly in front of | him | . </p><p> "I ain't going to fight you no more |
doc#145 | grabbed Sally out of the circle surrounding | him | , and then kissed her soundly before setting |
doc#145 | ", Rod protested. </p><p> "I ain't ragging | him | "! Gran peered again at the week-old blond |
doc#145 | explained. "Jackson recruited his critters, and | him | and me fixed up his wagon while we was |
doc#146 | was down to zero. Suddenly it seemed to | him | insane that they might hope to locate Gyp |
doc#146 | nimbly aside. With a bellow Carmer lunged at | him | . But he was more than half-drunk, and his |
doc#146 | struggle up, heaving desperately. Russ gave | him | a brutal thrust that tumbled him over flat |
doc#146 | Russ gave him a brutal thrust that tumbled | him | over flat on his stomach. Kneeling, Cobb |
doc#146 | sturdy knee in the small of his back, holding | him | pinned. </p><p> "Okay, Stevens. I've drawn |
doc#146 | and trotted down off the street. Pat let | him | go, following more leisurely. At the first |