Читать книгу Raw Gold - Bertrand W. Sinclair - Страница 3
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| Hicks drew his and slapped me over the head with it, | |
| even as my finger curled on the trigger | Frontispiece |
| Bedded in the soft earth underneath lay the slim buckskin sacks | 159 |
| "There's been too much blood shed over that wretched | |
| gold already. Let them have it" | 212 |
| A war for the open road against an enemy whose only | |
| weapon was his unswerving bulk | 256 |
