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False Leads Hey! Mister Bloodhound Boss, I hear you're looking for Slick Sam the Freight Train Hopper. They tell me he's a crack shot. He can shoot a cigarette out of a man's mouth thirty paces of an owl's call. This morning I glimpsed red against that treeline. Ale, ale, mo gagnin toi. Wise not to let night catch you out there. You can get so close to a man you can taste his breath. They say Slick Sam's a mind reader: he knows what you gonna do before you think it. He can lead you into quicksand under a veil of swamp gas. Now you know me, Uncle T, I wouldn't tell you no lie. Slick Sam knows these piney woods & he's at home here in cottonmouth country. Mister, your life could be worth less than a hole in a plug nickel. I bet old Slick Sam knows about bloodhounds & black pepperhow to put a bobcat into a crocus sack. 57 from Copacetic ...

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