This action may take several minutes for large corpora, please wait.
doc#142 | the remuda. They got tin cups of coffee | from | the big pot on the coosie's fire, rolled |
doc#142 | twins and little Elena, trying to keep them | from | falling into the creek by which they persisted |
doc#142 | see to that". </p><p> "But after a time away | from | you ...". </p><p> "A year, Luis? Five? Ten |
doc#142 | the skirt of Macklin's coat, took his gun | from | its holster, tossed it onto the desk. " |
doc#142 | </p><p> They moved in on him, crowded him | from | all sides. No man laid a hand on him, but |
doc#142 | Ramirez remained on the veranda to keep Harper | from | interfering. The others followed Brannon |
doc#143 | estimated that the shooting had been done | from | a distance of 300 yards. Rumors of the |
doc#143 | disappearing. For less than a dozen miles | from | the unplowed land of the dead man lived |
doc#143 | cattlemen who had been facing bankruptcy | from | rustling losses and to the cowboys who |
doc#143 | while he was receiving a much larger salary | from | parties unknown. He made their spreads |
doc#144 | cautiously, and watched it several minutes | from | the protection of a grove of trees. </p> |
doc#144 | above his head to light a lantern which hung | from | a wire loop. As he crossed to the side |
doc#144 | Adams" -- Jess was beginning to recover | from | his initial shock. "We ain't got nothing |
doc#144 | the kind of bastard who sneaks up on a man | from | behind and hits him with a club. I just |
doc#144 | investigate. Once more he lifted Jess's gun | from | its holster, only this time he tossed it |
doc#144 | Black's old crowbait began to snort, and | from | the house Black yelled, "Jess! What's going |
doc#144 | </p><p> Jess had had enough. Blood gushed | from | his nose, and he backed off as rapidly |
doc#145 | jerked the handsome, broad-brimmed beaver hat | from | Nate's head and clamped it on his own. |
doc#145 | make the bend in the road and disappear | from | sight. Much as they had to look forward |
doc#145 | games". </p><p> Rod shifted his eager eyes | from | the milling group out in the circle long |