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Devon Randle went down the center aisle toward the back of the dining room, where a set of swinging doors opened into the kitchen. An arm's length or so short of the doors, he'd turned hard on his heels, spinning, shucking a pair of six-guns out of the holsters and into his hands. He'd stepped to the side, out of the way of the swinging doors, so no one could surprise him from that direction.
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On the ground, where the seat of her britches had been, were the smashed and flattened canine turds, and the patch on her back pocket had left a partial reversed imprint:
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C'mon and let your Uncle Kirby shoot you.
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You, too, Dog.
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Distraction and diversion. It was more than Luke had dared hope for. He planned to make a move no matter what--he had to--come what may at whatever cost to himself. Then Cal and Jed had blundered along, scared witless and thinking only of getting off the street before the shooting started. Their timely interruption broke the concentration of Cort and Devon Randle.
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measure, he put some slugs into a couple men rushing forward, tugging at their guns. They spun as they were hit, crying out and falling
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chunks
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get out of the way. Vic dropped the bundle of TNT into the flames as he
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riddled. Bodine fired through
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Those Mormons had sure been bottle slingers!
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Help, help, a whole passel of raping, murdering, wild-eyed Apache just broke through my door with mayhem on their minds, slaying in their hearts, and a whole arsenal of tomahawks and assorted deadly blades tucked in their belts
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presence if he catches up to the others?" Preacher shook his head. "He won't let them"
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And that new Cadillac she came up in must have cost a bundle. Ten, twelve thousand, at least. Maybe more.
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Janette left, after promising the sheriff she would not try to locate Pat's house until morning.
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No one really knows the cat population in America. Some conservative guesses put it in the millions.
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But she didn't. Didn't because she couldn't. None of those people had in any way harmed her or her family. And had she tried to hurt one of them, God would have somehow intervened.
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I said," Pat repeated, "I'd sure like to fuck you."
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A teacher must read. How can a teacher justify not reading? A teacher must love books. You people are making a tragic mistake in your school leadership by placing people who do not read into positions of authority.
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I been packin' iron for so long that if I don't have one on me somewheres, I walk slant-wise.
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storekeeper.
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can go for weeks without hearin' the sound of a human voice. And I love it, Melody. I love it. I don't need people the way you do. Hell, I don't even like most people.
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I can go for weeks without hearin' the sound of a human voice. And I love it, Melody. I love it. I don't need people the way you do. Hell, I don't even like most people.
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And the next time you want to whip somebody, take him out in the swamps, kick the shit out of him, and stuff what's left up under a cypress tree.
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night
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Fur trade's damn near gone; pilgrims pourin' in over the trails me and all the others opened up. Hate to see it. Why, I seen five white people just last month. Five! Gettin' so's a body can't even be alone no more.
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son? There'll
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Well, some folks figger as how I'm long dead, even whilst they're talkin' to my face.
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got the itch to write, back in the early
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The cat leaped into the front yard, went to the bathroom, then sat on the lawn,
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It wasn't because
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You are what you are, I am what I am. It's just as simple as that.
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across it....
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