where the trail divides
The man was short and fat and greasy above the dark beard line. In addition he was bowlegged as a greyhound and just now he moved with a limp as though very footsore. His coarse blue flannel shirt open at the throat exposed a broad hairy chest that rose and fell mightily with the effort he was making. And therein lay the mystery. --This text refers to the Paperback edition.
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