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face read more terrified than committed to shooting whatever it was that was coming through the door, however, and we stood there looking at each other. |
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"Damn," he sputtered, "you don't know how close I came to emptyin' both barrels." |
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There was still too big a lump in my throat for me to say much of anything. |
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Bert had no more than gotten the words out of his mouth when Madden hit the door with B.C. right behind him. The look on Jake's face was a mixture of surprise and relief. |
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"What the hell happened?" he thundered. |
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Polly wheeled around from behind the lobby desk, her normally placid face mirroring the stress of the long night. "Angie here came out to tell us that the RCMP wanted everyone in the area to move into town," she explained. "But we couldn't get the car started." |
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"Don't know what's the matter with it," Bert groused. |
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I had that funny feeling you get when you think someone isn't giving you the straight story. |
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"Never did that before," Bert grumbled. The feeling intensified. He wasn't at all convincing. |
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"Why didn't you call into the village?" Jake asked. "We'd have sent someone out to get you." |
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"The phones are dead," Polly said calmly. |
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