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"The tradin's fair, then?" Rafferty leaned his head toward Thorn conspiratorially. "I heard tell that Harrigan had a stingy heart you couldn't pierce with an arrow." |
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Pierce, Harrigan. That was it! The river rats had told Mariah they were taking her to Harrigan's to meet the old schemer who'd somehow brought her here. |
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Mariah did not recall the Raffertys from the screenplay, but maybe they had a role to play here anyway. |
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She rushed over toward the awful-looking Rafferty as though he'd suddenly offered her a ticket home. Maybe he had. She avoided looking at Thorn as she planted herself at Rafferty's side and tried not to wrinkle her nose as she gently touched his shoulder. With a small smile at Little Elk, who regarded her quizzically, she said, "Please, Mr. Rafferty, take me along." |
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