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doc#139 | before a group of Easterners had bought out | the | Haskell claims in the rocky hills south |
doc#139 | seventy-five-foot jets of water against | the | huge seam of tertiary gravel which was |
doc#139 | associates trusted him. He lived and breathed for | the | mining company. </p><p> No man could have |
doc#140 | porch of the Culver house, Pamela turned | the | wheel, guiding the car to its familiar |
doc#140 | and went into the house. Here, she dropped | the | keys on a small table beside the door and |
doc#140 | random and headed in what she believed was | the | direction of the pool. She remembered little |
doc#141 | demanded, when Lord confronted him. "I'm not | the | only man in town with a gun, or the only |
doc#142 | lurid display of lightning in the sky to | the | east. Later, they'd heard the rumble of |
doc#142 | They tracked mud on the oaken floor, on | the | carpet. Their presence fouled the elegance |
doc#143 | sound of his name was the tool he needed for | the | job he'd promised to do. </p><p> Tom Horn |
doc#143 | a dozen miles from the unplowed land of | the | dead man lived another settler who had |
doc#143 | professional ladies of Cheyenne, he laid claim to | the | killing with the vague insinuations he |
doc#144 | the darkness listening, but there was only | the | scrape of a shod hoof on a plank floor. |
doc#144 | terrified squeal and thrashed around in | the | stall. </p><p> As Curt had hoped, the house |
doc#144 | his head came down, Curt grabbed him by | the | hair and catapulted him head first into |
doc#144 | hair and catapulted him head first into | the | wall. </p><p> The building shook, setting |
doc#144 | Curt followed, reaching behind him to shut | the | door and hook it. Black would have little |
doc#145 | putting in his two-bits' worth. </p><p> Soon as | the | Burnsides moved on, he'd lead Rex down |
doc#145 | bitterly, picking up his shirt and staring at | the | fresh bullet hole in the sleeve. If I had |
doc#146 | was inside, clearly enjoying himself to | the | hilt and already so tipsy that it seemed |