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doc#143 | anonymous notes seemed to be all-knowing. For | men | who had left cattle alone after getting |
doc#143 | of the deadline came and passed, and the | men | who had scoffed at the warnings laughed |
doc#143 | he hit the ground! You reckon there's two | men | in this state can shoot like that"? </p> |
doc#143 | through Albany and Laramie counties, other | men | were doing the same. Houses of settlers |
doc#143 | The small half-heartedly tended fields of | men | who'd spent more time rustling cattle than |
doc#143 | dispense an ancient brand of justice the | men | of the new West had believed long outdated |
doc#143 | southern Wyoming pastures, and how many | men | he killed after Lewis and Powell (if he |
doc#143 | that he actually shot down the hundreds of | men | with which his legend credits him. </p><p> |
doc#145 | onct we git to rolling". </p><p> The three | men | stepped out to the side to wait for Captain |
doc#145 | <p> Captain Clemens' signal shot sent the | men | hurrying to their waiting teams. </p><p> |
doc#146 | another dozed at one of the card tables. Two | men | murmured with their heads together at the |
doc#148 | security that she needed; or maybe she liked | men | old enough to be her father; some women |