Brave CowboyThe Brave Cowboy Jack Burnes is a loner at odds with modern civilization. A man out of time, he rides a feisty chestnut mare across the New West -- a once beautiful land smothered beneanth airstrips and superhighways. And he lives by a personal code of ethics that sets him on a collision course with the keepers of law and order. Now he has stepped over the line by breaking one too many of society's rulus. The hounds of justice are hot in his trail. But Burnes would rather die than spend even a single night behind bars. And they have to catch him first. |
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... fella's in school already ; that's a damn shame . " " He's six years old now . " She sat down at the oppo- site end of the table . " Have some of the salad , Jack . " Vague emotions , formless ideas , were crowding her mind : she could ...
... fella's in school already ; that's a damn shame . " " He's six years old now . " She sat down at the oppo- site end of the table . " Have some of the salad , Jack . " Vague emotions , formless ideas , were crowding her mind : she could ...
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... fella that's just got out of school , " Burns said . He put on a pair of Bondi's clean socks . " No , " the boy said . Burns smiled as he removed the spurs from his boots . " What'd I tell you ? " He hung the The Cowboy 33.
... fella that's just got out of school , " Burns said . He put on a pair of Bondi's clean socks . " No , " the boy said . Burns smiled as he removed the spurs from his boots . " What'd I tell you ? " He hung the The Cowboy 33.
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