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doc#139 | away, his eyes falling upon Rankin beside | his | horse. </p><p> "Good luck". </p><p> The murderer |
doc#139 | Barton hesitated. He did not trust Rankin, | his | violent temper, his killer instinct. But |
doc#139 | Kruger. It had drawn them together, and since | his | release from prison Dill had worked tirelessly |
doc#139 | hostage, and I wouldn't entrust a snake to | his | tender care. I've got to get the boy. Let |
doc#139 | of the operation. </p><p> He was proud of | his | accomplishments, proud of his job, proud |
doc#139 | of his job, proud that Donald Kruger and | his | associates trusted him. He lived and breathed |
doc#139 | had made a virtue of ruthlessness all of | his | life. </p><p> There came a ghost of noise |
doc#140 | would not impinge upon his nights, nor would | his | days be haunted by the dimly-outlined, |
doc#140 | such images; they would not dare to face | his | scoffing. </p><p> Pamela was glad Jim was |
doc#141 | absorber, and spring. </p><p> He went prone on | his | stomach, the better to pursue his examination |
doc#141 | prone on his stomach, the better to pursue | his | examination. After a time, he straightened |
doc#141 | catch him out of line. McBride gave him | his | opportunity when he showed up in town with |
doc#141 | to take out a permit or return the gun to | his | car -- he had played into Lord's hands. |
doc#141 | lengthening shadow of death, he scrambled to | his | feet again. He couldn't see; he was long |
doc#142 | Hank had gathered wood for a cookfire, and | his | wife was busy at it now. Conchita kept |
doc#142 | had taken place in town, between him and | his | wife. She wished that she could talk to |
doc#142 | or ten, the boy will have forgotten me -- | his | own father"! </p><p> "But to take him and |
doc#142 | would you do in my place"? </p><p> Hank shook | his | head. "I don't know, Tom. Like Luis, I |
doc#142 | would withdraw -- and he would come after | his | son another time. He didn't want to put |
doc#142 | puffing on a cigar, and he was turning up | his | coat collar against the rain. It was not |