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53132	Laumer, Keith	The Night of the Trolls			.txt	text/plain	19900	1960	96	twenty feet away, coming up the hill toward me, a black-haired man with "You fell," the old man said, in a voice that rumbled like a "You have to rest," the old man said, looking concerned. He got to his feet, a worried look on his lined face, like a father the I lay flat in the dark trying to look like something that had The man in the chair opened one eye and looked me over. "Look where you're going, swine," he said in a voice like a pine board "Time for business, Jackson," Mallon said. Mallon stood up, his closed fists working like a man crumpling unpaid Mallon sat sunk deep in his chair, looking at me with eyes like a Dunger was looking down at the old man. I looked for the high silhouette of Mallon's Bolo, and saw it far off	./cache/53132.txt	./txt/53132.txt