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63189	Wylie, Dirk	Highwayman of the Void			.txt	text/plain	15285	1624	95	Steve Nolan was three years dead, pyro-burned in the black space off Tall as a man, a dozen feet long, the skid lay waiting on the trail. Nolan watched the girl's hands for a sharp second, Nolan stood silently for a moment behind the little man's chair to "You looked good on the deal last night," Nolan said. At the Operations lock of the Avalon spaceport Nolan opened the money "You the second on the ship out there?" Nolan asked. "Oh, I don't know," Nolan said easily. Woller got up, came over, looking down at Nolan. Eyes warily on Nolan, he circled him and opened a round metal door. And a tiny voice within his helmet said, "Don't move, Nolan. turned on, the man's calm voice ordered, "All right, Nolan. Nolan said, "Well, what are we doing about it? Nolan said, "Well, what are we doing about it?	./cache/63189.txt	./txt/63189.txt