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'Well? Did ya do it?'parrer, grown more loquacious with the brandy andaying his own story, continued without replying. Squint as he could, Newt could see nothing but dark land and white dust. )! he shouted holding a small house rat up abovead and then dropping it into the ring at his feet; plunging his arm back into the bag and withdrawagain. They secured their horses to a little stunted tree and turned toward the hut.
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