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Chapter 30 THIRTY
Word Count: 1333
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Released on: 29/11/2017
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hed the corral I saw Barbie an' Jim ridin' slowly toward the stable. They was ridin' close together an' lookin'
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Happy Hawkins
“I wasn't really a Westerner an' that's why I'm so different from most of 'em. Take your regular bonie fide Westerner an' when he dies he don't turn to dust, he turns to alkali; but when it comes my turn to settle, I'll jest natchely become the good rich soil o' the Indiana cornbelt.”