Word: doves
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...Fugitive, has heard him referred to as "the new Bogart. He's not the most attractive, smooth-faced guy in the world, yet he has this sexuality. He really is the Southwestern Bogart." Which is why the character closest to Jones may be Woodrow Call in the Lonesome Dove mini-series: a haggard Texan who loves horses and leads...
Unwearied by his recent daunting budget battle, President Clinton dove straight into what will surely be another long, difficult and tedious legislative fight, this time over a program to improve the nation's health care. In a speech to the National Governors' Association, Clinton outlined his plan to provide coverage for all Americans. Under the program, employers would be required to provide health insurance for every worker at a cost that could range from 3.5% to 7% of a payroll...
...Kenosha, Wisconsin, when he noticed Dion Terres, 25. "I looked up and said, 'Oh, he's got a gun,' but I thought it wasn't real," says Hauptmann. Moments later, Terres yelled, "Everybody out of here!" and began shooting a .44-cal. Magnum pistol. As 10 panicked patrons dove for the exit door, Terres unloaded four shots. Two middle-aged customers were killed, and Hauptmann was shot in the right forearm. Terres turned the fourth bullet on himself, splattering his brain on the walls and ceiling...
...never-fail first-line test worked just right for Larry McMurtry's Lonesome Dove (1985), one of the half-dozen or so best novels ever to come out of the American West. Here's how McMurtry started off: "When Augustus came out on the porch the blue pigs were eating a rattlesnake . . ." You can't stop reading there. ". . . not a very big one. It had probably just been crawling around looking for shade when it ran into the pigs. They were having a fine tug-of-war with it, and its rattling days were over...
...dust thrown up by the hooves of horses and cattle -- surrounds the two books. This is not just legend mongering, although the author mongers better than most. The second novel is the lesser; no more, really, than a respectful conclusion. But in Streets of Laredo, as in Lonesome Dove, McMurtry plays fair. Evil is evil, death is death. Gone is gone. And though it is far more frightening, he manages to look...