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doc#144 | that Jess's horse had not been returned to | its | stall could indicate that Diane's information |
doc#144 | the buckskin again and it kicked wildly, | its | hoofs rattling the side of the stall. </p> |
doc#144 | belonging to Jess would find much reassurance in | its | owner's voice. </p><p> Jess cursed again, |
doc#144 | moved up and lifted Jess's pistol out of | its | holster. </p><p> "Damn you, Adams" -- Jess |
doc#144 | investigate. Once more he lifted Jess's gun from | its | holster, only this time he tossed it into |
doc#145 | came to on this journey, each one exerted | its | own appeal. Even strange names seemed to |
doc#146 | wooden steps running up to the porch. Behind | its | ornate facade the notorious dive clung |
doc#146 | knocked the roulette ball about idly in | its | track, and another dozed at one of the |
doc#147 | assigned missions. And Sweeney Squadron put | its | first marks on the combat record. Every |
doc#148 | bolt securely and return to the rear and | its | couch. </p><p> When we opened the door again |