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“My hand! This isn’t the place. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. ‘You wish to die?’ ‘Not in the least. " "It is," answered Wood. She would take the items with her; bury the items and her bloodstained clothes in one of the many sinkholes in the huge landfill/garbage dump on the south side of town. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard.
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