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doc#137 You've got no business up here". </p><p> The half-breed didn't answer this time. But
doc#138 here and there. Squatting, as if waiting. The pulsing glow of a cigarette. Since they
doc#138 people. Cigarette butts littered the floor. The big fans were going, drawing from the large
doc#139 connections which bound me to my former existence. The flat, hard cap was small, but he thrust
doc#139 "He's having some kind of a fit". </p><p> The sergeant turned to the door. As he passed
doc#139 Powers was covering the remaining guard. The man half-reached for the cord of the alarm
doc#139 <p> "I won't even try to thank you". </p><p> The ex-prison guard was embarrassed. He said
doc#139 beside his horse. </p><p> "Good luck". </p><p> The murderer lifted his head. "Meaning you
doc#139 four rooms, each heated by an iron stove. The building was dwarfed by the scene outside
doc#139 gravel which was the mountainside. </p><p> The gravel was the bed of an ancient river,
doc#139 with a narrow face and a too-large nose. The eyes always held Hague, eyes of a dead
doc#140 would enable her to accomplish it. </p><p> The forest was open and freely welcoming, extending
doc#140 their soil back to the mountain. </p><p> The thought made Pamela shudder. A terrible
doc#141 struggle of Tom Lord Vs. Joyce Lakewood. </p><p> The car lurched along at a snail's crawl, the
doc#142 Pedro. The Ramirez brothers were also along. The seventh man was Red Hogan, a wiry little
doc#142 porch and through the rain to his office. The other five Slash-B men followed them inside
doc#143 been in Bates Hole the day of the killing. The former scout's alibi couldn't be shaken
doc#143 seem sportin' somehow"! </p><p> "Sportin'"! The tall sunburnt rustler-hunter stared in
doc#143 , the warning notes were rarely ignored. The lesson had been learned. The examples were
doc#143 that was threatening a beloved way of life. The wailing, guitar-strumming minstrels of