"Given a chance, I can make bread and butter. His obtuse hands punched and jabbed at her uselessly, then he throttled her neck with the last of his strength. “I HAVE—had one or two talks with him, daddy. ‘Do not beg my pardon. After all, where prayer fails, a pistol is bound to succeed. “Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely. ’ Fury was in her face.
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