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doc#139 | written him. He wants your ranch". </p><p> | Barton | stood up. He said tensely, "All right. |
doc#139 | the child ...". </p><p> "The hell you do". | Barton | 's voice was rougher than Dill had ever |
doc#139 | was discovered, but still the news that | Barton | was free flashed across the central portion |
doc#139 | whole valley was a powder keg, and Mitchell | Barton | the fuse which could send it into explosive |
doc#139 | beneath the shirt. Ten years older than Mitch | Barton | , he had clawed his way up from mucker in |
doc#139 | drew out a tintype. </p><p> "This is Mitchell | Barton | . He broke out of Folsom last night. Apparently |
doc#139 | days lost time to fix them. We don't want | Barton | 's Night Riders loose again". </p><p> The |