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From: | Cecil Holt |
Subject: | [Help-sweater] mature |
Date: | Fri, 15 Sep 2006 14:56:23 +0200 |
Neither her father normy Dad can see
that.
Here the cowboys met the
leaderspartners.
Slyter looked apprehensively at Sterl, and threw up
his hands.
The sorrelcame up with a snort and swam powerfully
across.
This is the thirdtime youve snubbed me so far
today.
She drew back to gaze up with wondering eyes and
flaming face. He replied that hed go on with Woolcott andHathaway. Sterl took
advantage of the moment to tell her so.
And on this trek inparticular, Im going to emulate
your black men.
Boss, I caint give any reason for Ormistons angle,
except hes a meancuss.
Wal, thets turrible, drawled Red in a voice which
wouldhave angered anyone.
I ask you to help me to that extent,returned the
leader, with patient persuasion. This line marks the road were on, and which we can
trekfairly well. Our boss wants us in on theconference over there.
Darkness descended and the cook pounded akettle to
call all to supper. Cowboy, youd gone to hell long ago but for me. Ill tell Slyter,
an then talk to Leslie abit.
Im sorry, pard, replied Sterl, stifling a
laugh.
Eric Dannfeared to take the great trek into the
unknown. But this purple land we aretrekking into.
Suits me fine, Miss Dann, replied Sterl
curtly.
Members of Slyters groupwere always too hungry to
mind the sameness of fare.
He might be a gentleman like our rattler, who
wontstrike unless you step on him.
Les, I been huntin you all over this heah dog-gone
camp, said Red,with a gallant bow.
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