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100	1	0	_9144199 _aGrey, Zane _eautor
245			_aRiders of the Purple Sage / _cZane Grey
264			_aLondon : _bHeinemann ; _c1993
300			_a63 pages : _bIllustrations ; _c16 cm
520			_aTull rode his horse forward. He stopped a few feet from the dark strange. Then he bent down towards him and looked closely at his face. There are seven of us here, Tull said. "Who are you? The stranger moved fast. Suddenly black guns were in his hands. And they were pointing at Tull. Lassiter"! Venters cried. Tull and his men knew that name. Everyone in Utah knew the name of Lassiter. White with fear, Tull and his men waited to die.
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