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doc#140 <p> Pamela was glad Jim was nowhere near. His presence would have interfered with her
doc#142 right hand. It was burning away, forgotten. His face was clouded with unhappiness. </p><p>
doc#142 followed them inside, crowding the small room. His face was stiff with anger when they let
doc#142 him, but the threat of violence was there. His face took on a sudden pallor, became beaded
doc#143 even pretended to be farming his spread. His land had never been plowed. He had done
doc#144 her a thing like that. Couldn't I just" -- His voice trailed off into silence. </p><p> Brenner
doc#144 trouble. Tell her to hurry". </p><p> "Yes sir". His face pale, Summers headed for the street
doc#144 in an attempt to knock Curt's brains out. His aim was hurried; so the pitchfork whistled
doc#145 you've got all evening to visit with Dan. His wounds need dressing now". </p><p> Mrs. Jackson
doc#146 followed at once and halted two steps inside. His eyes widened. While five minutes ago the
doc#146 if ridding himself of something unclean. His glance at Gyp Carmer was disdainful. "Shall
doc#146 sharp canter, with growing alarm. </p><p> His first glimpse of the ranch house across
doc#147 motion and almost ran to the plane with it. His face was dark as the sky above it as he
doc#147 above a thousand feet. It was frustrating. His earphones were constantly full of the sounds
doc#147 And then he thought Todman might be right. His mind flicked through the mental pictures
doc#147 maneuverability, American on speed and firepower. His present maximum altitude, up against the
doc#147 on the reflector glass in front of him. His hands shook. "Arm your guns, Sweeneys".
doc#147 diving board. </p><p> He tightened his turn. His nose up. It was going to be dangerous.
doc#147 the plane shuddered. Luck was with him. His burst held for a second on the engine section
doc#147 vanished. It was all Greg had time to see. His maneuvering for the shot had placed him