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doc#133 | possibility at once. The girl's thin face haunted | him | . It wasn't the face of a killer. He was |
doc#133 | There was more to this than Jones had told | him | . They were running from something. He'd |
doc#133 | The grateful way she looked at Morgan made | him | ashamed of himself. When he saw the expression |
doc#133 | That's all I'm sure of". </p><p> She helped | him | with the dishes, then he brought more water |
doc#133 | You'd better sleep". </p><p> Jones followed | him | into the front room, closing the door behind |
doc#133 | the front room, closing the door behind | him | . He said: "If it's all right with you, |
doc#134 | it -- Big Charlie told me so. I believed | him | . They killed Big Charlie, dumped his body |
doc#134 | slipped his arms around his chest and hugged | him | fiercely. "All my life", he said, "I tried |
doc#134 | easy words. When he had finished he led | him | and the mare to the porch. The stallion |
doc#134 | up, I feel kind of stiff". Clayton lifted | him | gently into the saddle, like a child. " |
doc#134 | not come to life. The silence oppressed | him | , made him bend low over the horse's neck |
doc#134 | wanted, isn't it? Clayton is with him, takin | him | out of the valley. You can't" -- </p><p> |
doc#134 | fallen lame in the Gap. His wife had said to | him | : "Nellie is in love with Clayton Roy. He |
doc#134 | dirt. And you stand by like a fool and let | him | do it ..." </p><p> He remembered Clayton's |
doc#134 | mocking smile in the saloon when he had asked | him | what he would do if they brought their |
doc#134 | </p><p> He turned to Lester. "You brought | him | back to this valley thinkin he would help |
doc#134 | He rode low on the mare's neck. Ahead of | him | Gavin turned slightly off the trail and |
doc#134 | the north. He knew who was riding after | him | -- the men he had known all his life, the |
doc#134 | all his life, the men who had worked for | him | , sworn their loyalty to him. Now they were |
doc#134 | had worked for him, sworn their loyalty to | him | . Now they were riding to kill him. And |