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The Shoot-Out at Burnt Corn Ranch Over the Bride of the World Quotes
The Shoot-Out at Burnt Corn Ranch Over the Bride of the World
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“Los Angeles nailed down his second up Oregon way. A minor player, Princess of the Siskyous or something, lanky tall white girl answering to Sally Rue. The Wizard of Los Angeles pricked up when she started making her name, strapped up his big snort of a horse and rode it all the way from Alamagordo where he’d fucked and then detonated the brain-stem of Abbot of New Mexico with a one lightning kiss.
Come on now. Don’t make a face. I told you it wasn’t a pretty thing, when these kids count off their paces.”
― The Shoot-Out at Burnt Corn Ranch Over the Bride of the World
Come on now. Don’t make a face. I told you it wasn’t a pretty thing, when these kids count off their paces.”
― The Shoot-Out at Burnt Corn Ranch Over the Bride of the World
