Mike knocked on the door. “Well!” she declared good-humouredly. The rainstorm, short-lived, began to subside. In another instant, the collision took place. He was well mounted, as was his companion; and had pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. "You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. Sheppard. Mike was draped over the laminate kitchen counter, on the phone as usual.
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