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Here's a tidbit of .44 Saint, a scene in which our hero is neck-deep in trouble out in a remote farmhouse. My whole body hurt, but I could move. I could walk without limping. That was all that mattered. That and not giving in to the fear that churned my guts, the fear that wanted me to...

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I’d known Laddigald Venn as a boy, and in my memory he was a titan, peering down at me with a smile that crinkled all the scars on his face. He’d scared me--that was mostly what I remembered. Little matched that old memory as I looked at him now. For one thing, he was short. But he made up...