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doc#144 | was raw fury in his eyes, and the veins of | his | neck were swollen. </p><p> "You're about |
doc#144 | a little more pressure on the trigger of | his | gun. "So help me, Crouch, I'd like to kill |
doc#144 | out on Jess's swarthy face. The fingers of | his | right hand twisted into a claw, but he |
doc#144 | stared at him without answering and let | his | hands fall to his sides. He had found Curt |
doc#144 | . With a roar of pain and fury Jess made | his | attack. </p><p> Curt managed to duck beneath |
doc#144 | it would have knocked him out. As it was, | his | vision blurred and for a moment he was |
doc#144 | behind them. They made Jess double over. When | his | head came down, Curt grabbed him by the |
doc#144 | too sure himself. He lurched drunkenly to | his | feet, lowered his head, and took one step |
doc#144 | Brenner's idea", Jess mumbled, dabbing at | his | nose. "He found out about you and Arbuckle |
doc#144 | , and Jess slumped to the floor. Turning | his | back, Curt crossed to the stall, reached |
doc#144 | out of the action, and placed the gun in | his | holster. Leaving Jess's where it lay, he |
doc#145 | must still have some backbone". </p><p> Over | his | shoulder he could see Max's loose grin |
doc#145 | </p><p> Mrs. Jackson's words recalled Dan to | his | lack of fitness for courting. What a spectacle |
doc#145 | itching, Dan knew that it would heal. But | his | only hat was something else again. "Nate |
doc#145 | going to fight you no more". Nate turned | his | head, attempting to speak in a soothing |
doc#145 | Here's a present for you", he said, shoving | his | bullet-riddled hat down over Nate's purpling |
doc#145 | went into immediate action. The wound in | his | scalp was examined, pronounced healing, |
doc#145 | and join in the games". </p><p> Rod shifted | his | eager eyes from the milling group out in |
doc#145 | handhold and wrestles". He looked down at | his | big hands and slowly flexed his long fingers |
doc#145 | down at his big hands and slowly flexed | his | long fingers. "Don't reckon there's nobody |