He was accustomed to such surprises, and enjoyed them. I’m sorry Lucy. I'll be wanting my sixteen thousand. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader. Put him in the stocks, and there let him sleep off his drunken fit.
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