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doc#141 | hand and attempted to push past him |
doc#141 | given willful hurt to no man. |
doc#141 | , he scrambled to his feet again |
doc#142 | Elena, trying to keep them from |
doc#142 | Now the key to the lockup, |
doc#142 | rain and across to the squat stone |
doc#142 | on the veranda to keep Harper from |
doc#142 | odors that clung to men like themselves |
doc#143 | After walking out to his corral that |
doc#143 | immediately rode on to Cheyenne, threw |
doc#143 | they drove out to a willow- |
doc#144 | You're not to mention my name |
doc#144 | a little talking to do, Jess |
doc#144 | might come easy to someone like Jess |
doc#144 | , or what to Jess was a |
doc#144 | He lurched drunkenly to his feet, |
doc#145 | ain't going to fight you no |
doc#145 | Harrows take time to catch up on |
doc#145 | rocks they came to on this journey |
doc#145 | Hez moving over to join them. </p> |