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doc#144 | the veins of his neck were swollen |
doc#144 | the trigger of his gun. " |
doc#144 | The fingers of his right hand twisted |
doc#144 | answering and let his hands fall to |
doc#144 | fury Jess made his attack. </p><p> Curt |
doc#144 | it was, his vision blurred and |
doc#144 | over. When his head came down |
doc#144 | lurched drunkenly to his feet, lowered |
doc#144 | , dabbing at his nose. " |
doc#144 | floor. Turning his back, Curt |
doc#144 | the gun in his holster. Leaving |
doc#145 | ". </p><p> Over his shoulder he could |
doc#145 | recalled Dan to his lack of fitness |
doc#145 | heal. But his only hat was |
doc#145 | . Nate turned his head, attempting |
doc#145 | said, shoving his bullet-riddled |
doc#145 | The wound in his scalp was examined |
doc#145 | . </p><p> Rod shifted his eager eyes from |
doc#145 | looked down at his big hands and |
doc#145 | and slowly flexed his long fingers. |