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It was my time at the union, almost as much as my education, which prepared my for post-university life.
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In the brief moment I had to talk to them before I took my post on the ring of defenses, I indicated I was sickened by the methods men employed to live and trade on the river.
Such was my state of mind that I did not question the possibility of this ; ;
Now, here was something of obvious importance to me, yet when I reached for the tickets he snatched them away from my hand.
I decided to see no more of the clerk until the processing of my papers was completed.
Though only a relatively short walk separated it from my own part of town, its character was wholly foreign to me.
At last, when I put it to him directly, the clerk was forced to admit that the delay in my case was unusual.
He had looked over my forms and was impressed by what he had seen there ; ;
This desire, I went on, growing voluble as my conviction was aroused, had mounted at such a rate recently that I now found its realization necessary not only to my physical but also to my spiritual wellbeing.
I was just doing my job, just following orders, and for that he's going to kill me.
I seized the rack and made a western-style flying-mount just in time, one of my knees mercifully landing on my duffel bag -- and merely wrecking my camera, I was to discover later -- my other knee landing on the slivery truck floor boards and -- but this is no medical report.
The way his red rubber lips were stretched across his pearly little teeth I thought he was only having a little joke, but, no, he wanted me to bend down from the roar of wind so he could roar something into my ear.
At once my ears were drowned by a flow of what I took to be Spanish, but -- the driver's white teeth flashing at me, the road wildly veering beyond his glistening hair, beyond his gesticulating bottle -- it could have been the purest Oxford English I was half hearing ; ;
Just as I got to my knees, there was again the sound of the fence stretching, and I had time only to start taking my kneeling posture seriously.
Miraculously, the bottle was still in my hand, foam still geysering over my ( luckily ) waterproof watch.
The Indian was again raising his bottle, but to my astonished relief -- probably only a fraction of Johnson's -- the bottle this time went to the Indian's lips.
There was a blur just under my focus of vision, a crash ; ;
There had been a good second or two during which my muffler had been blowing out, and now I was certain I'd seen her somewhere before.
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He was silent a moment, thinking he could use a man this time of year, and if the girl could cook, it would give him more time in the meadows, but he knew nothing about the couple.
And he was fleeing, running -- fleeing his death and his life at the same time.
She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.
The coyote was calling again, and he hoped that this time there would be no other sounds to interrupt it.
I was nearly thirty at the time.
No one was behind it, but in the rear wall of the office I noticed, for the first time, a door which had been left partially open.
It was a bold, dark castle of pine boughs that stood like a medieval fortress, eclipsing the sun and human time.
At one and the same time, she was within it but still searching for the drawbridge that would give her entry.
Haying time was close at hand, and they needed some strong branches to repair a hay rack.
I found a trooper once the Apache had spread-eagled on an ant hill, and another time we ran across some teamsters they'd caught, tied upside down on their own wagon wheels over little fires until their brains was exploded right out o' their skulls.
One thing was certain -- his method was effective, so effective that after a time even the warning notices were often unnecessary.
Out in the center of the circle the farmer, who was Dan, wasted no time when they came to the line, `` The farmer choose his wife ''.
From the time the chocks were pulled until the plane was out of sight, he knew Donovan would keep his back to the strip.
It was all Greg had time to see.
There was no time to pick out a penny ; ;
This time there was no sound of brakes but the shrieking of women.
`` No, I remembered reading about you in the papers and that you lived here, and when it happened all I could think of was '' -- This time she stopped the rush of words herself.
My new Aunt was perhaps three or four years older than I and it had been a long time since I had seen as gorgeous a woman who oozed sex.
I was aware of a humid look in her eyes that told me the time was opportune.
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He found that if he was tired enough at night, he went to sleep simply because he was too exhausted to stay awake.
Dawn would come soon and the night was at its coldest.
Then he was on his way at a gallop.
He scuttled in shadow along the east wall of the stockade and then followed the south wall until he was at the rear of the two frame buildings.
A man was standing in the open door of the lighted orderly room a few yards to Mike's left, but he, too, suddenly made up his mind and went racing to join the confused activity at the east end of the stockade.
Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.
She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.
only the counter at one end was lighted by a long fluorescent tube suspended directly above it.
I was at once disappointed, although just what I had expected him to look like I could not have explained.
Facing the forest now, she who had not dared to enter it before, walked between two trees at random and headed in what she believed was the direction of the pool.
She regarded them as signs that she was nearing the glen she sought, and she was glad to at last be doing something positive in her unenunciated, undefined struggle with the mountain and its darkling inhabitants.
laughing at a dying man, laughing as a man was beaten to death.
He'd started a fire and put coffee on, and now was busy at the work board of his chuck wagon.
Hank had gathered wood for a cookfire, and his wife was busy at it now.
Tom Horn was soon back at work, giving his secret employers their money's worth.
`` It was Brenner's idea '', Jess mumbled, dabbing at his nose.
Seeing them waiting there at the foot of Emigrant Rock was so overwhelming that, for a good minute after they rounded the bend and started down the grade leading toward them, Matilda could not speak at all.
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