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doc#145 | <p> With Rod on his way and Matilda |
doc#145 | swift swoop of his big arms, |
doc#145 | in place while his boys swung up |
doc#145 | called back over his shoulder. " |
doc#145 | he could see his father's wheels |
doc#146 | with Cobb at his side. </p><p> Climbing |
doc#146 | a hand on his gun butt. |
doc#146 | drunk, and his faculties were dulled |
doc#146 | I've drawn his fangs", |
doc#146 | , Pat looked his unspoken warning and |
doc#146 | he delayed, his brows puckered. |
doc#146 | go in for his dinner, and |
doc#146 | however, was his growing suspicion of |
doc#146 | would-be assassin had his position figured pretty |
doc#146 | draw. Leading his pony, he |
doc#146 | , he urged his mount down the |
doc#147 | area, with his main task to |
doc#147 | before. But his hands and those |
doc#147 | The expression was his trade-mark |
doc#147 | -mark, his open sesame to |