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hour or so, banging away on the old word processor. |
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"I'll stick around here," Kendall continued, "until somebody gets here from the post to relieve me. Besides, I need to be here in the morning to make sure old man Palmer doesn't try to open the store. He won't dare sell anything out of this store until we've made certain that creature back there isn't carrying some kind of disease." |
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Again Madden nodded. "Standard procedure," he admitted. |
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With matters pretty well wrapped up for the night, I headed back for the big walk-in cooler to get B.C. She was still busy taking notes. She had borrowed a jacket from one of the men in Madden's sweep crew and had a stocking cap pulled down around her ears. Her exposed hands and face had a rosy glow. |
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"By now you've probably recorded every vital statistic possible. How about calling it a night?" |
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She turned, studied me for a moment and curled her finger at me. "Come here a minute," she said solemnly. |
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"At these gunshot wounds, at the holes here and here." |
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"They look like they've started, to seal over, almost like they're healing." |
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"Quite natural," I expounded, trying to |
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