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doc#80 | Golfers Association, will receive the Ben | Hogan | Trophy for his comeback following a recent |
doc#81 | heartening exhibition they had had since Ben | Hogan | fell upon evil ways during his heyday and |
doc#142 | were also along. The seventh man was Red | Hogan | , a wiry little puncher with a wild streak |
doc#142 | The rest of you wait here". </p><p> With Red | Hogan | , he rode to the Welcome Cafe. Hogan got |
doc#142 | Red Hogan, he rode to the Welcome Cafe. | Hogan | got down from the saddle and had a look |
doc#142 | there, Brannon remaining in the saddle while | Hogan | went to look for Jesse Macklin in the hotel |
doc#142 | lightning and the hard claps of thunder. </p><p> | Hogan | reappeared, stopped on the hotel porch, |
doc#142 | the steps. </p><p> "He's finished eating", | Hogan | said. "Sitting with a cup of coffee now |
doc#142 | seemed long, at least to Tom Brannon. He and | Hogan | waited by the door, one to either side. |
doc#142 | Brannon said, and took him by the arm. </p><p> | Hogan | gripped the lawman's other arm. They escorted |
doc#142 | hold on, damn it; I won't" -- </p><p> Red | Hogan | 's patience ran out. He lifted the skirt |