"Mormon" Peters carefully shifted his weighty bulk in the chair that he dared not tilt, gazing dreamily at the saw-toothed mountains shimmering in the distance, sniffing luxuriously the scent of sage. "Why?" asked Sandy Bourke, wiping the superfluous oil from the revolver he was meticulously cleaning.…
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