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doc#136 | streaks of paint .... </p><p> The Aricaras | made | one last desperate charge. It was pitiful |
doc#137 | some of the wind was driven out of him. It | made | him a little sick, and he let go of her |
doc#137 | mouth, and his eyes were hurt and angry. It | made | Wilson wonder. He watched the half-breed |
doc#137 | even less inviting than Judith Pierce had | made | it seem. There was brush, and stands of |
doc#138 | saw me coming he turned his radio off. He | made | a show of rearranging my forms on the shelf |
doc#138 | perforated, white-topped shoes; they somehow | made | me expect to see him launch into a vaudeville |
doc#139 | it without being ruthless, and Hague had | made | a virtue of ruthlessness all of his life |
doc#140 | if atonement were possible, could only be | made | at that sacred, sacrificial basin. It was |
doc#140 | back to the mountain. </p><p> The thought | made | Pamela shudder. A terrible chill swept |
doc#140 | clung and caressed. </p><p> Every movement she | made | seemed unnecessarily noisy. Twigs cracked |
doc#141 | carried openly, the sheriff's office had | made | no previous issue of it. </p><p> "So what |
doc#141 | was practically the last move that McBride | made | of his own volition. </p><p> Lord slugged |
doc#143 | been near. </p><p> Lewis was a man who had | made | a full-time job of cow stealing. He had |
doc#143 | friend in the world. </p><p> William Lewis | made | the rounds of all who lived near him again |
doc#143 | yards. Rumors of the offer Tom Horn had | made | at the Stockgrowers' Association meeting |
doc#143 | indictment. But that indictment was never | made | . For Tom Horn, it turned out, had a number |
doc#143 | the killing with the vague insinuations he | made | . </p><p> "Exterminatin' cow thieves is just |
doc#143 | be his downfall in the end. </p><p> He had | made | himself the personification of the Devil |
doc#143 | much larger salary from parties unknown. He | made | their spreads his headquarters, and he |
doc#143 | strumming minstrels of the cattle kingdom | made | up songs about him. </p><p> By 1898, rustling |