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doc#134 | could make a mark there. Two men, together | like | us, we could do somethin fine out there |
doc#134 | ever been. Start out fresh, the two of us, | like | nothin had ever happened". </p><p> "Yes, |
doc#134 | like nothin had ever happened". </p><p> "Yes, | like | a father and son". </p><p> "I made you what |
doc#134 | Clayton lifted him gently into the saddle, | like | a child. "I hate to leave my garden", Gavin |
doc#134 | with her at Gavin's party. He treats her | like | she was dirt. And you stand by like a fool |
doc#134 | her like she was dirt. And you stand by | like | a fool and let him do it ..." </p><p> He |
doc#134 | the shadows of the running horses flowed | like | dark streams over the dazzling snow. When |
doc#134 | horses were lathered and their manes streamed | like | stiff black pennants in the wind. </p><p> |
doc#136 | I said to Oso. "The Aricaras treated us | like | friends. And here all the time you knew |
doc#136 | against the whites. And it's goin' to go on | like | this year after year until the white people |
doc#136 | great horsemen, nor are they aggressive | like | the savage Blackfeet. More of an agricultural |
doc#136 | endless. Coyotes and hunting wolves sounded | like | signaling Indian scouts, the whinny of |
doc#136 | the chest of his pony. I saw the pony fall | like | a stone and the young warrior flew over |
doc#136 | young warrior flew over its head, bouncing | like | a rubber ball. He started to run but Oso |
doc#136 | upward stroke of his rifle butt. It sounded | like | a man kicking a melon. Above me a dark |
doc#136 | went in. Coming over the wall he had seemed | like | a hideous devil. Now under me I could see |
doc#137 | that size. It wouldn't matter to a fool | like | you. It would to me". </p><p> "All right" |
doc#137 | meanness, self-will. He had known women | like | that, one woman in particular. And one |
doc#137 | better things to do than listen to something | like | that. I'll be down at the creek finishing |
doc#137 | warm breeze played across it, moving it | like | waves. A red-tailed hawk flew in behind |