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Grammarians will tell you there is a difference between frustration and exasperation, but to my way of thinking it's nothing more than a matter of degree. What I'm saying is that I vaulted through the former straight to the latter. Kelto not only wasn't any help, but this pointless exchange had cooled the trail of the Austin womanif, in fact, she had ever been there. I sighed and started walking back toward the old schoolhouse. Kelto was still back there, standing in the fog. |
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Officially, it was going on sunset, but the time of day seemed of little importance. I had returned to the site of the assembly, jumped in the Z and took off for Freeman's Field. It took me a good 15 minutes to do so, but I caught up with Madden at just about the point his sweep team cleared through the area beyond the ill-fated spot where the young couple had died just the morning before. Before leaving, I had been smart enough to raid the old survival kit for the Mauser and a flashlight. Both items were tucked securely in my belt and concealed by a poplin windbreaker. |
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We worked our way steadily west. The going was tough. I had been assigned a position out on the left flank of the team, closest to the shorelinea bouldercluttered area laced with scrub pine, a |
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