The truth at once flashed across his mind. Presently she saw Spurlock on the way to the lagoon. “I am under police surveillance,” she said. It hadn’t even been called Kentucky back then when the Shawnee still hunted deer over mossy hills and the smoke from their fires could still inspire terror. Let me run you for six months.
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