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doc#142 | unlock and open the door. They crowded him in | that | threatening way once more, forced him to |
doc#142 | "Don't get yourself killed for something | that | doesn't concern you". He strode past the |
doc#142 | house. They brought to it all the odors | that | clung to men like themselves, that of their |
doc#142 | odors that clung to men like themselves, | that | of their own sweat, of campfire smoke, |
doc#142 | carpet. Their presence fouled the elegance of | that | room. </p><p> And their arrival caught John |
doc#143 | William Lewis. After walking out to his corral | that | morning, he'd been amazed to see the dust |
doc#143 | a rifleman and no track or trace to show | that | anyone had been near. </p><p> Lewis was a |
doc#143 | rounds of all who lived near him again, | that | August morning after a bullet landed at |
doc#143 | move out. </p><p> "Just let me meet up with | that | damned bushwhackin' coward face-to-face |
doc#143 | . "That's all I ask"! </p><p> He never got | that | chance. For the unseen, ghostlike rifleman |
doc#143 | anonymous notes, the county coroner estimated | that | the shooting had been done from a distance |
doc#143 | prosecuting attorney, a Colonel Baird, ordered | that | the tall stock detective be summoned for |
doc#143 | shooting and began preparing an indictment. But | that | indictment was never made. For Tom Horn |
doc#143 | and willing to swear with straight faces | that | he had been in Bates Hole the day of the |
doc#143 | </p><p> "Dead center at three hundred yards, | that | coroner said"! he'd grin. "Three shots |
doc#143 | coroner said"! he'd grin. "Three shots in | that | fella 'fore he hit the ground! You reckon |
doc#143 | there's two men in this state can shoot like | that | "? </p><p> Publicly, he denied everything. |
doc#143 | accepting the death of William Lewis as proof | that | the warning notes were not idle threats |
doc#143 | another settler who had ignored the warnings | that | his existence might be foreclosed on -- |
doc#143 | looked around in surprise, then noticed | that | Fred Powell was clutching his chest. The |