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"TAKE Holderness away -- quick! " ordered Hare. A thin curl of blue smoke floated from the muzzle of his raised weapon.
The rustlers started out of their statue-like immobility, and lifting their dead leader dragged him down the garden path with his spurs clinking on the gravel and ploughing little furrows.