He had returned only a few minutes afteriiban Reuban had been taken away in the police vanid, as was his usual custom, entered the building throughIt private entrance to the side of the bank. she had stirreda part in him so seldom stirred that he had almost forgottenthat it was possessed of a secondary purpose beyondpissing. The Hat Creek Cattle Company didn't trade in them, and it was unlikely that Bolivar was buying them out of his own pocket--stealing goats was probably his way of keeping up his old skills. ' Sparrer grinned.
He was dressed in a heavycoat which swept to within an inch of the ground in themanner of a woman's skirt, his shoes being quite lost fromsight. He didn't like just paying her, though--it seemed to him it would be better if he brought her a fine present from Abilene or Dodge. But as flogging was exceptionally rareon female convict ships, and no such expert existed on the Destiny II. nd returned for a small commission added, him was merely the business of being an itinerant pawn-kerconv
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