Start out fresh, the two of us, like nothin had ever happened ''.

As I dug in behind one of the bales we were using as protection, I grudgingly found myself agreeing with Oso's logic, especially when I imagined what would have happened to Missy if Old Knife's large party of screeching warriors had overrun our company.

Not that her mother knew what had happened, but they could speculate upon it.

For, with a single exception, nothing had happened to them.

He had his chance the very next morning, for exactly the same thing happened again.

Nor could they stop and find out about all that had happened until they made circle, tended the cattle, tethered the horses, gathered fuel, carried water, and started their cooking fires.

No one seemed to know for sure what had happened, nor was there any purpose or responsibility in the muttering feet and urgent voices behind the driver, beyond finding out.

He had his voice under control again: no one became aware that he was terrified by what had just happened to him.

He was disturbed by what had happened on the dive and by what he remembered of a conversation he had had the night before with the German, who had come out of the head while he was fixing himself a drink in the galley.

He lifts her, puts her down, and walks off, neither pleased nor disturbed, as if nothing had happened.

I used his polarity to illustrate what I thought had happened to us in that form of liberalism we call Progressivism.

What had happened to the common man??

When he remembered that he might have not signed the check, Mercer made out another for the same amount, instructing the bank to destroy the other -- especially if he had happened to have absent-mindedly signed both of them.

Dr. Glenn saw at once what had happened.

This refers to what had happened after the Earl of Warwick died in 1590, when the town petitioned Burghley for the right to name the vicar and schoolmaster and other privileges but Greville bought the lordship for himself.

She showed us what had happened to her.

He did mention in his column the fact that he had received many letters about this and he himself did not understand the networks and the independent local stations' not doing this -- but nothing happened.

if, as often happened, he had to repeat because he had spoken too softly, he would repeat his words in the same way, without emphasis or impatience, only a little louder.

for what had happened on the common was only terror and flight ; ;

My first thought was how had it happened so soon, but I counted back on my fingers and sure enough we'd been living together six weeks.

And you wanted no part of me when I had so much to give.

It looked as Gavin had first seen it years ago, on those nights when he slept alone by his campfire and waked suddenly to the hoot of an owl or the rustle of a blade of grass in the moon's wind -- a savage land, untenanted and brooding, too strong to be broken by the will of men.

Then he thought of a time when Clayton's horse had fallen lame in the Gap.

He remembered Clayton's mocking smile in the saloon when he had asked him what he would do if they brought their cattle to water.

That afternoon when they had pulled up in front of the broken-down ranch house, his hopes had been high.

And I had hardly finished my business in the toilet on the aforementioned occasion when the lights in that place, like the hall lights controlled from the switch in the office, flicked off and on impatiently.

The slight flutter that had disturbed the motion of her heart when she entered the forest was gone now, and even the dim groves of trees through which she occasionally passed did not reawaken her fear.

Why did these yokels still wear boots, anyway, when most had scarcely sat a horse in years??

Andy Ross had just started swinging an ax at his second willow when the distant blast of a rifle sounded.

Even the knowledge that she was losing another boy, as a mother always does when a marriage is made, did not prevent her from having the first carefree, dreamless sleep that she had known since they dropped down the canyon and into Bear Valley, way, way back there when they were crossing those other mountains.

Stevens was grunting over the last empty pocket when Russ abruptly rose and lunged toward Carmer's hat, which had tumbled half-a-dozen feet away when he first fell.

I let up on the accelerator, only to gradually reach again the 60 m.p.h. which would, I hoped, overhaul Herry and the blonde, and as there were cars whose drivers apparently had something more important to catch than had I, Mrs. Major Roebuck settled down to practicing on Corporal Johnson the kittenish wiles she would need when making her duty call on Colonel and Mrs. Somebody in Sante Fe.

Hardly had Mrs. Roebuck driven off when a rusty pick-up truck, father or grandfather of Senor `` Moriarty's '' Ford sedan, came screeching to a dust-swirling stop, and a brown face appeared, its nose threatened by shards of what had once been the side window.

They'd peddled the soap virtually alone, and without much success, until about a year ago, when -- with the addition of `` SX-21 '' to their secret formula and the inauguration of a high-powered advertising campaign -- sales had soared practically into orbit.

I was loaded with suds when I ran away, and I haven't had a chance to wash it off.

And, as a matter of fact, Nicolas had slept in the park only part of one night, when he discovered that Munich's early mornings even in summer are laden with dew.

He used the blanket for late morning naps when hosts of the night had gone off to jobs and proved reluctant to leave him in their small rooms with their few possessions.

Singing into the mirror and his interested eyes, he was pleased to note, when he stripped for his own bath, that he still had the best part of his Italian sun tan.

He was asking had it been she who left the love note in his sheets ( she also served as maid ) when he saw the Grafin followed by a stately blond girl approaching his table.

With every leaping stride of the horse beneath him he crossed one more patch of earth that had been his, that he would never see again.

The cooks had prepared one of the best meals we'd had in a long time, and on Montero's orders had baked enough bread to last the day.

Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.

He had known women like that, one woman in particular.

And one had been too many.

There was only one place where Jake Carwood's description had gone badly awry: the peace and quiet.

I had for some time been hoping, in vain, for one of the dim figures to pass between the fan vents and myself.

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.

He had been one of the original Night Riders, one who had escaped the trial.

The one thing they had in common was their hatred.

Kodyke had appeared at the mine one day bearing a letter from Kruger.

Joyce had seen him like this once before -- more than once, actually, but on one particularly memorable occasion.

But they deliberately avoided the one subject that had them all curious: the failure of the boss's wife and son to join the outfit.

No one had much to say.

Greg climbed into the cockpit feeling as if he had never been in one before.

An Ah coudn ansuh him an so Ah said ' Aw right, Ah gay-ess, an his fathuh didn uttuh one wohd an aftuh Huhmun was gone, the majuh laughed an tole me thet he an the bawh had been hevin an occasional drink t'gethuh f'ovuh a yeah, onleh an occasional one, but just the same it was behahn mah back, an Ah doan think thet's nahce at all, d'you ''??

I dismissed these feelings as wishful thinking but I could not get it out of my head that we had a strong physical attraction for one another and we both feared to dwell on it because of our relationship.

He already had that slow pace that comes over the elderly, while she herself had all the signs of one who appreciates the joys of living.