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From: | Joshua Stevenson |
Subject: | [Bug-ToutDoux] undergrowth |
Date: | Sat, 9 Sep 2006 10:45:21 +0200 |
Bodkinsgun boomed so close afterward that the two
shots seemed simultaneous.
Knight, yuve met up with Brazos Keene at last. I
wouldnt be surprised if one ofthem married you. The salary offered wassmall, but
that did not cause her concern. Brazos started toward Mexican Joes, but had gone
hardly half a block whenhe met Inskip. Why,yu pore locoed ghost of yore old
self.
He came at length to Doans Crossing, one of the
famous old posts of thefrontier. Inskip, how yu reckon thet crookhas lasted so long
with Texans?
The driver, a weather-beaten old man, appeared to
havea grudge against his horses.
Several other faces were familiar, evidently
belonging to newbusinessmen of Las Animas. I was in the room next to yores at
Haileys.
Unless Brazos has proof hedbetter let Bodkin alone.
For Lucythe day had been tiring; she had exhausted herself with unusual sensation.
He lifted his boot against it and shoved powerfully.
But its a downright insult for you not to know me,
drawledBrazos. I ducked when he shot,or hed killed me shore. Still the sheriffdid
not fall, nor did he scream out.
The flat bare desert had givenplace to hills, fresh
with spring greens. And I sold my half of theranch for twenty thousand.
Miss Neece was hot on yore trail,
Brazos.
Two stages a week, herds still trailinnorth, travel
heavy.
Brazos, those boys with Wess Tanner were sweet on
me. The lean man, staring hard at Brazos, said quietly, Its Brazos Keene.
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