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Yes. A coup for Nidech: Flub and Clint Bonner were here to see Pak and Holt.
Nidech was amazed. After much shaking of hands, the four men apparently began to talk business. That is, Gene Holt did the talking. Holt talked. Flub and Clint Bonner listened. More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Hr Unixar Pak Tze Fan watched. Holt was guy ward hendrickson
animated, earnest talker. He punctuated his pilch with short bursts of laughter. His stumpy legs bounced his athletic frame like stout springs. He waggled his finger in the air to help make a point. He put the palm of More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Hr Unixar his left hand in front of Flub Bonners face and tapped it battle for terra
with the forefinger of his right hand, making his pitch all the while. What was he doing? He might have been selling them a house, or a new car, or a machine that More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Hr Unixar peels vegetables or makes yogurt. Holt was selling the Bonners something. What? Nidech eased through the crowd as she had battle for terra
only this time she got closer The gweilos were soft-voiced southerners who communicated as much with their expressive faces and their bodies as by what they said. It More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Hr Unixar didnt take Ella Nidechs inside knowledge to know they were rich, arrogant, and given to posing as boorish but saloon-smart, dont-fuck-with-me kind of cowboys. Flub jenae alt
asked a question. Holt laughed heartily and replied, waving both of his short arms. The taller brother asked a question, and Holt laughed More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Hr Unixar even louder. Once Holt asked a question of the stoic Pak, and the latter murmured an answer, his face impassive, his eyes on the Bonners, assessing their reactions. Holt continued talking, his james casey
gesturing. Once he slipped alongside Clint Bonner and clapped heartily on the small of dints More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Hr Unixar back. He was animated. He was happy. He was optimistic. He was the most trustworthy man in the world. He was a tipster. A good old boy. This was a sure thing, a fabulous deal, his battle for terra
said. How could anybody not trust Gene Holt? The Bonners More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Hr Unixar were loose and polite at first. Then Holt said something that literally caused Clint Bonner to almost choke on his little black cigar. Flub looked momentarily discombobulated, men hitched his britches just a tad, biting his lower lip. Holt kept talking. Nidech listened santa cruz
best she could, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Hr Unixar memorizing every expression and shard of conversation, seeing it as she would write it in her report. Holt: Mr. Bonner. Unintel, unintel, ien Sal... unintel, unintel, ...is inheritance? F. Bonner: (Hitches britches) Unintel, unintel, my brother and me. C. Bonner: Unintel. F. Bonn.
