[““The sun sets; the air chills, corn stalks rattle; and still nobody has shot us. Yet.””,”“Some fellow might leap out from behind an overturned cart and warble us a song, and after we’ve paid him, slit our throats.””,”“If we can evade this hanging business, we mean to make a go of it in the sugar districts. You should come with us.””]
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