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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