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58893	Williams, Ralph	Race Riot			.txt	text/plain	5911	499	91	"The old ones ain't so bad," Watts said. "That's right," Watts said. "Let go that woman," Tallant said, "or I'll push your face in." He McCullough had started down off the porch when Watts put the boot to McCullough's house and Tallant's tent, and the others followed. "I don't know," McCullough said dubiously, "You think you can make it McCullough took his eyes from the natives for a moment and studied her "They came in my house," McCullough said. The men ran off up the alley on the new scent, and McCullough turned Henry Watts was there with half a dozen other men carrying guns and "Fine, we'll take 'em off your hands now." Watts half-turned to the men "Well, I don't know," McCullough said. Watts looked around at the men behind him. Watts' voice, McCullough thought. "This man here's a deputy marshal, John," Watts said. "Get out of my yard!" McCullough said again.	./cache/58893.txt	./txt/58893.txt