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doc#142 | to keep Harper from interfering. The |
doc#143 | toward the spot from which he'd |
doc#143 | had been done from a distance of |
doc#143 | a dozen miles from the unplowed land |
doc#143 | been facing bankruptcy from rustling losses and |
doc#143 | much larger salary from parties unknown. |
doc#144 | hadn't emerged from the livery stable |
doc#144 | it several minutes from the protection of |
doc#144 | , without interference from anyone, even |
doc#144 | lantern which hung from a wire loop |
doc#144 | beginning to recover from his initial shock |
doc#144 | on a man from behind and hits |
doc#144 | Jess's gun from its holster, |
doc#144 | snort, and from the house Black |
doc#144 | one step away from the wall. |
doc#144 | . Blood gushed from his nose, |
doc#144 | to get away from Curt's fists |
doc#145 | brimmed beaver hat from Nate's head |
doc#145 | road and disappear from sight. Much |
doc#145 | his eager eyes from the milling group |