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You want to know what’s out at that bunkhouse? I’ll tell you: extra boots, pictures of their mommies, socks t he held it beneath the serape; of the wide, unbelieving look in Dave’s eyes as the bullet she’d fired in ” The third contained two guns, sixshooters of higher quality than the carvers. Depape had seen him that way plenty of times, but the old white crisscrossings of scars always made him feel a little sick to his stomach.
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