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doc#146 | of celebrating miners and teamsters. Pat | only | nodded. "Take one side of the street, and |
doc#146 | tightened up in a twinkling. So far as he knew, | only | his father could be there. What did it |
doc#146 | quarter-mile away, the fresh clap of guns | only | served to increase his speed. Setting a |
doc#147 | against the mountain. </p><p> The valley was | only | a few hundred yards wide with just about |
doc#147 | performed hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. It was | only | a fifteen-minute flight, but before it |
doc#147 | the target before he could get rid of it. | Only | one of the flight scored a direct hit and |
doc#147 | Friend or enemy? The same old question. And | only | a few seconds to answer it. </p><p> "Zeros |
doc#147 | voice. </p><p> "Greg to Sweeney Blue. One pass | only | . No turns. You'll bust your ass in this |
doc#147 | below, the side, and ahead, there would be | only | a moment when damage could be done. Just |
doc#148 | Aunt, married to an Uncle related to me | only | by marriage, but why she had married a |