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'CALL ME SHANE' He rode into our valley in the summer of '89, a slim man, dressed in black, riding easily. He never told us more than his name. 'There's something about him,' Mother said, 'somethingadangerous.' 'He's dangerous all right, ' Father replied, 'but not to us.' 'He's like a slow-burning fuse,' the mule skinner said. 'So quiet, you forget it's burning till it sets off trouble. And there's trouble brewinga' There was.
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