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Tell Sackett was packing thirty pounds of gold and no worries--until
he got to the ferry at the Colorado. Trouble found him there.
It looked like a black-eyed woman, pretty as a young filly and
a hundred times more set to buck any man. It looked like a gang
of hardcases with ideas about other folks' gold. And trouble looked
like the other side of the river--the hottest, driest, most brutal
desert on the continent.
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