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doc#142 | Brannon, I warn you"! "Let's go, Marshal", | Brannon | said, and took him by the arm. </p><p> Hogan |
doc#142 | added, "So am I, Tom". </p><p> "All right", | Brannon | said, rising. "We'll ride out as soon as |
doc#142 | him". </p><p> "She won't change her mind", | Brannon | said. "John Clayton will see to that". </p> |
doc#142 | said. "What for"? </p><p> "Can't you guess"? | Brannon | said. "We're putting you where you won't |
doc#142 | Clayton's house too much to come back to me", | Brannon | said flatly. "And the boy will be too much |
doc#142 | the one, you'd better take both". </p><p> | Brannon | shook his head. "I won't force Beth to |
doc#142 | out as soon as we've had chuck". </p><p> | Brannon | timed it so that they rode in an hour after |
doc#142 | his hand on his gun. </p><p> "Don't try it", | Brannon | told him, dismounting and starting up the |
doc#142 | coat for his gun. </p><p> "Just come along", | Brannon | told him. "Don't start anything you can't |
doc#142 | fashion, over by the still empty calf wagon. | Brannon | was hunkered down with his broad back to |