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Hashknife and Sleepy were standing in front of the hotel when Nan Lane rode in to Cañonville. Her horse was lathered to the ears, and almost fell with her in front of them, but she yanked him up and headed for the sheriff's office.
‘Little Miss Somebody's in a hell of a hurry,' observed Sleepy.