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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled The Last Mountain Man about William, America, Ozark with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
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conversations.value: William the author is one of the greatest storytellers to chronicle the spectacle and drama of life in a young America. In this extraordinary novel, the author tells the epic story of a young man from the Ozark Mountains who journeys west to the violent lands of Colorado Territory and learns to be lightning with a gun and destined to become the last of a breed.
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conversations.value: Provide the first paragraph for this book.
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conversations.value: The Last Mountain Man
  Things had been relatively peaceful in Rattlesnake Wells, Wyoming. In recent days there were the usual quota of saloon brawls, a few incidents of drunks discharging firearms mainly to see folks scatter, and a domestic squabble or two. But nothing more serious than that.
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conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'Maudie sensed the same thing, as evidenced by her remark, "I got a feeling that here are three hombres we'd wish as customers for the Crystal Diamond'.
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conversations.value: Maudie sensed the same thing, as evidenced by her remark, "I got a feeling that here are three hombres we'd wish as customers for the Crystal Diamond." Even as she was saying this, however, she was rising up to go perform bartending duties for the trio.
  In the meantime, as he leaned back against the bar, resting his elbows on the edge and hooking a boot heel over the brass rail along the base, Broken Nose focused on the near table where the four oldsters continued quietly playing cards. Addressing them, he said, "Hey, you bunch of grampaws. Any one of you happen to be a bartender or a priest? That might help me figure out this puzzlement I got."
  But one of the card players, Delbert Carey, a former soldier and railroad worker who still had more than a little bark on him, was neither impressed by Broken Nose's brand of humor nor intimidated by his loud mouth. Without looking around from the cards fanned out in his hand, he said indifferently, "What we are, you rather impertinent young pup, is of no consequence to you. And your so-called puzzlement, I assure you, is of equally little concern to us."
  Broken Nose's reaction to this response was at first one of surprise, his eyebrows lifting high. But then, just as quickly, the brows came back down and knitted tightly above a glare aimed at Carey's back.
  Sideburns, also leaning against the bar, looked a little uncertain, like he didn't want to see this escalate into something more than it had to. "Too sassy for a priest, right?" he said. "So that's a good sign this probably is a saloon after all, wouldn't you say?"
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conversations.value: Provide the last two paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'As Jax was going down, Bob swung his '.
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conversations.value: As Jax was going down, Bob swung his.44 in a short horizontal arc and centered it on the other two men as they finally, foolishly, decided to grab for their guns. "Don't even think it!" he warned them.
  Predictably, Sideburns halted his attempt and jerked both hands, palms open, to shoulder height instead. But the Mexican insisted on following through. Or trying to. His hand closed on the grips of his gun but managed to do little more than loosen it in its holster before Bob's Colt roared again. The bullet it discharged this time smashed into the Mexican's shoulder, spinning him around and pitching him onto the edge of a nearby empty table. He hissed in pain and filled the air with Spanish curses, clawing the tabletop with his good hand, trying to hold himself upright, but failing and then collapsing to the floor.