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31208	Lewis, Mike	Collectivum			.txt	text/plain	6301	856	97	Morgan shot a horrified glance at the body floating far out on the Morgan's eyes flickered over her trim figure, and he thought--_maybe_. Morgan gripped the hatchet and set himself for a quick spring. "I like you, Morgan," she murmured suddenly. Morgan lashed the shotgun to a chair, aimed it at the door, and ran a Morgan and the old man, whose name was Hanson, went out to prowl along Morgan looked at Hanson. Morgan turned silently and strode back in the house for the gun. Morgan and Hanson trotted through the scrub spruce, heading for the Morgan caught a glimpse of the truck far ahead. Morgan shot four of them before the circle closed to hatchet Morgan looked, then turned slowly away. Morgan laid a hand on the old man's arm. Morgan knew what he wanted. When Morgan tried to follow, she turned Morgan knelt quickly beside the old man.	./cache/31208.txt	./txt/31208.txt