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doc#143 | forced to agree. "But ... well, it just | do | n't seem sportin' somehow"! </p><p> "Sportin' |
doc#143 | never seen or heard of, one thing I just | do | n't think there is, and that's a sportin' |
doc#143 | no time on a first notice: </p><p> IF YOU | DO | N'T LEAVE THIS COUNTRY WITHIN 3 DAYS, YOUR |
doc#143 | Albany and Laramie counties, other men were | doing | the same. Houses of settlers who'd treated |
doc#144 | for you, Charlie. I'm sure you won't mind | doing | me a small favor". </p><p> Brenner's voice |
doc#144 | uneasily. </p><p> "What is it you want me to | do | , Mr. Brenner"? </p><p> Brenner shrugged carelessly |
doc#144 | pulled up short, and turned around. </p><p> "I | do | n't know, Mr. Brenner", he said haltingly |
doc#144 | to get an inkling of Brenner's plans. "It | does | n't seem quite right, telling her a thing |
doc#144 | Diane's information had been wrong, but Curt | did | n't interpret it this way. A man like Jess |
doc#144 | bolt. "You and I have a little talking to | do | , Jess. You won't be needing this". He moved |
doc#144 | We ain't got nothing to talk about. If I | do | n't come back in the house, Breed's going |
doc#144 | 're about as dumb as they come, Adams. I | do | n't know what you're up to, but when Brenner |
doc#144 | about". </p><p> "Arbuckle"? Jess stiffened. "I | do | n't know nothin' about him". "No? I suppose |
doc#144 | know nothin' about him". "No? I suppose you | do | n't know anything about a piece of two-by |
doc#144 | kill you where you stand, but, before I | do | , I'm going to hear you admit killing him |
doc#144 | him. Now start talking. Who told you to | do | it? Was it Dutch Brenner"? </p><p> Curt was |
doc#144 | slash the gunbarrel across Jess's face, but | did | n't finish the motion. Pistol-whipping an |
doc#144 | Jess, but Curt couldn't bring himself to | do | it. </p><p> Apparently sensing this, and |
doc#144 | Having all the guns makes you a big man, | do | n't it, Adams? If we was both armed, you |
doc#144 | his right hand twisted into a claw, but he | did | n't reach for the gun. </p><p> Curt, angry |