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The Shallows of the Ford |
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Saw me standing in the open; pulled his gun and
came beside me;
Asked a question with his shoulder as his left hand pointed toward
Muddy streaks that thinned and vanished — not a word, but hard he eyed me
As the water cleared and sparkled in the shallows of the ford.
Henry Herbert Knibbs. |
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