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doc#139 | a cigar in his breast pocket, passing it | over | silently. He too knew the agony of going |
doc#139 | said Dill, "but there's a trail you can get | over | with a horse. A company of cavalry could |
doc#139 | sections to make repairs more difficult. It was | over | an hour before their escape was discovered |
doc#140 | thoughts on her husband. If, when this was all | over | , she found the words to tell him about |
doc#140 | forest -- a solid being that clapped its hand | over | the murmuring mouths of the birds and the |
doc#140 | blocking her retreat. </p><p> She stumbled | over | the root of a tree that protruded maliciously |
doc#141 | -tough lot. How could he exert authority | over | them -- make them toe the line, as he had |
doc#142 | You too, Sean! Elena, you'll get mud all | over | your dress"! </p><p> Even as she called to |
doc#142 | were sitting on their heels, rider-fashion, | over | by the still empty calf wagon. Brannon |
doc#142 | listen" -- Macklin began. </p><p> "We'll talk | over | at your office". </p><p> "Brannon, I warn |
doc#143 | raided less often, and cabins and soddies all | over | the range were standing deserted. But there |
doc#143 | was clutching his chest. The hired man ran | over | to help his boss. </p><p> "My God, I'm shot |
doc#143 | tied upside down on their own wagon wheels | over | little fires until their brains was exploded |
doc#144 | the side of the stall. </p><p> Curt moved | over | beside the door and waited. Presently he |
doc#144 | two-by-four, either; one with blood all | over | it, Arbuckle's blood". Curt's fingers put |
doc#144 | aim was hurried; so the pitchfork whistled | over | Curt's head. </p><p> By now Curt was seeing |
doc#144 | he had behind them. They made Jess double | over | . When his head came down, Curt grabbed |
doc#144 | backed off as rapidly as he could, stumbling | over | his own feet in his frantic haste to get |
doc#144 | back, Curt crossed to the stall, reached | over | to untie the buckskin's halter rope, and |
doc#145 | said, shoving his bullet-riddled hat down | over | Nate's purpling forehead. "Me and you's |