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III
Lets take t yonder a  need to see this.

    Yessir.

    orucks.

    t been dead all t long, he said.

    hey from?

    Dallas.

    ol ted and leaned on ted,  ty off t pistol. Bot bethe eyes.

    t have a gun?

    Killer could of took it. Or  not of had one.

    Bad o go to a gunfight.

    Bad way.

    trucks. tches are bloody as hogs, endell said.

    Bell glanced at him.

    Yea to be careful about cussin the dead.

    I  t t no luck in it.

    Its just a bunch of Mexican drugrunners.

    t now.

    I aint sure w youre sayin.

    Im just sayin t hey are now is dead.

    Ill o sleep on t.

    tilted for and looked in t  to t and o t. ts been some of t old  mexican brohis rig.

    Long gone no it.

    Long gone.

    endell squatted and studied t looks like t somebody cut into one of t was  inside.

    Could of been cy. Gettin ready to trade.

    t trade. t eacher.

    Bell nodded.

    t not of even been no money.

    ts possible.

    But you dont believe it.

    Bell t about it. No, .

    t here.

    Yes, Bell said. At least t.

    back. tizens been s betoo.

    Yep.

    truck. Bell pointed.

    ts been a macraight runs yonder.

    Id say it  to?

    Its probably one of the grass yonder.

    Bell aken out  across  of t tamped  in the base.

    calibers you got there, Sheriff?

    Nine millimeter. A couple of .45 ACPs.

    o tepped back and picked up  ag
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