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A few days ago, she would have thought such an expedition as this utterly ridiculous ; ;

The forest took on an impersonal aspect.

The forest had become an alien world where she strove, alone, unprotected, unguided, to deal with whatever hindrances were offered.

It entered her body with the ghastly intimacy of an incubus, and its particles, spreading, creeping, crawling, joined themselves into steel bands that constricted her knees so tightly that they ached ; ;

Just a big pile of self-confidence in an almost teensy package.

And his relatively small hands and feet gave him an almost delicate appearance.

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.

He was an honest man doing a hard job, and the implication that he was anything else was unbearable.

Then, as he doubled, gasping, vomiting the breakfast he had so lately eaten, Lord straightened him with an uppercut.

He, McBride, would be cited as in the wrong, and he, Lord, would go scot-free, an officer who had only done his duty, though perhaps too energetically.

Conchita kept an eye on the twins and little Elena, trying to keep them from falling into the creek by which they persisted in playing.

He'd been in an angry mood: Conchita had thought his face almost ugly with the anger in him.

Brannon timed it so that they rode in an hour after nightfall.

It was secured by an oversized padlock.

The exception was an Iron Mountain settler named William Lewis.

Prosecutor Baird immediately assumed he was hiding out there after the shooting and began preparing an indictment.

Privately, he created and magnified an image of himself as a hired assassin.

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

Not even an empty cartridge case could be found.

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.

Jury, judge and executioner were riding the range in the form of a single unknown figure that could materialize anywhere, at any time, to dispense an ancient brand of justice the men of the new West had believed long outdated.

( The best evidence is that he received a monthly wage of about $125, very good money in an era when top hands worked for $30 and found.

`` I don't know, Mr. Brenner '', he said haltingly, beginning to get an inkling of Brenner's plans.

There was no lock on the door, only an iron hook which he unfastened.

Pistol-whipping an unarmed man might come easy to someone like Jess, but Curt couldn't bring himself to do it.