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1 " The word was out that Royal Barnes was huntin’ Kilkenny,” somebody commented. “He was kin to the Webers, you know. Half-brother, I think. "
― Louis L'Amour , The Rider of Lost Creek (Kilkenny #1)
2 " Where can a man get a bite to eat?” the cowhand asked. “There’s several restaurants, but if you can do with beef an’ eggs, just set down over yonder and we can fix you up. They’re fixin’ breakfast for the boss right now,” the bartender added, “and I’ll just have them put on something extry.” When the bartender saw "
3 " stood them off with a Spencer fifty-six until they decided they could have more fun somewhere else with less trouble. You don’t forget a man like that … and Mort was a complete stranger to Kilkenny until he rode in there, half-dead. "
4 " as they were, and skillful with weapons, they went about where they liked and did as they pleased, approaching the inevitable time when they would cross the wrong man "
5 " come between him and at least two of the gunmen, and for a moment she had brought to a halt whatever plans they had. Her red-gold hair blew in the "
6 " deep blue. She was beautiful, not merely pretty, but there was in her eyes the haughty disdain of a queen reprimanding a clumsy subject. "
7 " passed the station, the stationmaster leaned out. “Didn’t think you could do it, mister! Some shootin’!” “Thanks … And thanks for the warning.” He indicated the dead man. “Better get him out of the street. He’s a big man and he’ll spoil mighty fast.” He started Buck toward the Botalla trail. Whatever was going to happen "
8 " KILKENNY STUDIED THE street outside. The bulk of the outlaws seemed to have holed up in the livery stable and they were putting up a hot fire. Others had taken positions behind a pile of stones beyond the street and still others in the bunkhouse. There was no way to estimate their numbers. Some "
9 " who might have ventured into the Strip were usually warned in time and rode away to more tolerant "
10 " feud and one of the most feared men "
11 " nearest "
12 " Often the small rancher did not even own a bull. He let his cows roam the free range, profiting from the bulls owned by the "
13 " Several other men played "
14 " crowded with buckboards, saddle horses and men. It was ten o’clock "
