The easiest thing would be to sell out to Al Budd and leave the country, but there was a stubborn streak in him that wouldn't allow it.

Clayton is with him, takin him out of the valley.

His legs pumped furiously, his long black hair streamed out behind him.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and went down on one knee, taking her weight so that some of the wind was driven out of him.

It poured out of him like an electric current, a feeling that the muscles and nerves of his fine-drawn body were coiling for action, and that that action would be all that he anticipated.

Tom had been laying for Aaron McBride for a long time, just waiting to catch him out of line.

An inch lower and it would have knocked him out.

Black would have little trouble getting out, but it might delay him a few minutes.

With a swift swoop of his big arms, he grabbed Sally out of the circle surrounding him, and then kissed her soundly before setting her down so she could stand by his side while they jointly chose the rest of their `` outfit ''.

Pausing in the outside door to glance behind him, Pat looked his unspoken warning and stepped out.

Whoever was out there hiding in the brushy cover was besieging the Antler house and, having spotted his approach, was determined to drive him off before he could get into the fight.

He heard cries from behind him, but he could make out no words.

He clambered out of the dwindling wash, the loose dirt flying behind him, and flashed a look about.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched his wingman move out a bit and shoot up with him.

Sweat popped out over him and he felt the slick between his palm and the stick grip.

`` According to Rose, he arrived here a couple minutes before nine and spotted Thor in the water, got a hooked pole from the pool-equipment locker and started hauling him out.

He was looking out on the dark waters of the Lake when I came upon him and without wasting words I smacked him hard across the face.

With a thoughtful look, the man sat on the pavement, legs straight out in front of him.

one of his hands flattened out on the pavement and supported him.

Then he calmly and carefully slugged the remaining five shots into the venomous head -- caught in the wicker back of the chair, the eyes dead on him as the life finally went out of the brute.

This will help him to get out of his little tackle shop.

He must have saturated himself in the drink, for the bullet not to shock him out of his drunken haze.

Bill Doolin's ambition, it appeared, was to carve out his name with bullets alongside those of Jesse James and Billy the Kid, and Bill Tilghman had sworn he would stop him.

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