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doc#142 interfering. The others followed Brannon inside. They trailed him across the wide hallway to
doc#139 they would be short. </p><p> No one hurried. They walked the horses, heading along the river
doc#103 . They were chasing a rain cloud. </p><p> They went after the squall as mercilessly as
doc#103 their posture changed and the game ended. They went as rigid as black statuary ... six
doc#103 ten-mile square owned by a sheep grazer. They went well-equipped with everything except
doc#133 Jones said. "We had to do something". </p><p> They were a pair of lost, whipped kids, Morgan
doc#136 n't". </p><p> I could see them in my sights. They were about a mile off; under me the ground
doc#142 wild streak and a liking for hell-raising. They were all good men. </p><p> It was dark early
doc#103 approached the bivouac of the aborigines. They were camped beside a large column-shaped
doc#103 At once the whole band set off at a lope. They were chasing a rain cloud. </p><p> They went
doc#142 him and about what he now intended to do. They were considering it gravely, neither seeming
doc#133 young, not more than nineteen or twenty. They were dirty, their clothes were torn, and
doc#139 his gun alongside the guard's head. </p><p> They were free. Even Barton could not quite
doc#137 help him. Kathy was already in the wagon. They were going to town, and they were both
doc#147 specks against the gray, but closing fast. They were headed straight for each other on
doc#139 years in prison had taught him realities. They were in a fight, outweighed in both numbers
doc#148 and introduce me to her as my new Aunt. They were married over the week-end, though
doc#116 cultural warfare` behind the enemy lines. They were not diplomats or jazz musicians, or
doc#137 where the children were sleeping. </p><p> They weren't sleeping, of course, but they thought
doc#133 was more to this than Jones had told him. They were running from something. He'd be an