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doc#140 | eyes and sank into the fibers of |
doc#141 | boots, peered into the orderly chaos |
doc#141 | tucked a cigar into his mouth, |
doc#141 | get them back into town. A |
doc#141 | would be baited into a tantrum -- |
doc#141 | of money back into the oil fields |
doc#141 | he had played into Lord's hands |
doc#141 | inadvertently shoving him into a storefront. </p> |
doc#141 | . </p><p> McBride staggered into the street, |
doc#142 | and turned them into the remuda. |
doc#142 | them from falling into the creek by |
doc#142 | not to pry into grownups' affairs |
doc#142 | , they ran into rain. Those |
doc#142 | and they ran into trouble, Brannon |
doc#142 | They followed him into the rain and |
doc#142 | never before ventured into such a house |
doc#143 | bullet smashed directly into the center of |
doc#143 | Keane, moved into the dead man |
doc#144 | voice trailed off into silence. </p><p> Brenner |
doc#144 | 's pistol back into the holster. |