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27453	Goodchild, George	Colorado Jim			.txt	text/plain	55645	5406	92	"Looks like a celebration," said Dan. Jim sauntered to the window. Jim spent the best part of two hours trying on the new things. A resounding slap sounded as a hand like leather met the man's face. No one saw the big form of Jim descend like "Where I come from," said Jim grimly, "men who slip cards that way are He shook hands with Jim at the station and with Angela, but Jim fixed his eyes on Angela, who had closed the book and was regarding There's wind coming," said Jim. Angela said nothing. Before many days had passed Angela realized how wisely Jim had traded in "Ain't a healthy sort of name--Red Ruin," said Jim with a laugh. "Come here--you!" bawled Jim. Tom came forward, his ugly face curved in a look of intense hate. Looking up, she saw Jim coming down the bank, with the ax swinging	./cache/27453.txt	./txt/27453.txt