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conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Slide, Tails, Montana with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery?
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conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Blood Trail'
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled Blood Trail about Michael, Galster, Arkansas with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
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conversations.value: Michael Galster, writing under the pen name the author, is a prosthetic/orthotic practitioner in Arkansas.
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled Blood Trail about DNA, ONTROVERSIES, HYPE with the genre: Medical Books, Medicine.
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conversations.value: ONTROVERSIES AND HYPE SURROUNDING DNA, ONE JUDGE'S DETERMINED SEARCH FOR THE TRUTH... &lt;br&gt;Judge the author presided over the first trial to involve the admissibility of DNA: the murder of a Bronx mother and her infant. His ruling, admitting DNA evidence, changed the American criminal justice system forever, and Judge the author's guidelines, prepared for that case, have become the model used in many courtrooms. &lt;br&gt;Now, beginning with that precedent-setting trial, the author reveals the true nature of forensic DNA: the revolutionary crime-solving tool that can find deadly clues in a drop of blood, the root of a hair, or a smear of saliva. With wit and clarity, the author explains the dynamics of DNA and shows how the genetic code, once deciphered, can break open a case.&lt;br&gt;Because of its devastating implications for killers, rapists, stalkers, and terrorists, defense lawyers everywhere are fighting to diminish DNAs credibility. the author examines their arguments *particularly addressin
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conversations.value: Blood Trail
  KM has close relationships with sympathetic reporters at two major television networks and one cable news network (names deleted). These reporters are rewarded for their sympathetic treatment of his cause by being tipped off ahead of time to the staging of events so they will have exclusives. KM will only talk to sympathetic reporters so portrayals of him in the media are generally positive.
  KM's last known address is Boulder, CO, but he keeps constantly on the move. He lives like a fugitive, staying with sympathizers across the nation and around the world.
  KM keeps in contact with like-minded organizations including PETA, the Animal Liberation Front, Earth First!, Animal Defense Alliance, and similar organizations around the world dedicated to animal rights and the anti-hunting movement (list attached).
  JOE FLIPPED to the list and was shocked by the sheer number of animal rights organizations. He counted 248 groups in the United States and Canada alone, and thirty-six more in other countries. Most of the organizations stated that they were against "hunting, the fur trade, circuses, rodeos, and animal experimentation." The names were all unfamiliar to him, but varied from the Animal Crusaders in Tucson to Action for Animals in Oakland to SKUNKS, an acronym for the Palmdale, California, Society of Kind Understanding and Not Killing Skunks.
  KM travels with a laptop computer from which he manages his public website and the nonpublic websites. BG says KM claims not to need more than three hours of sleep a night, and spends countless hours communicating with followers.
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conversations.value: He looked at her, puzzled at what could be of such importance. She looked back wide-eyed, nodding, urging him on.
  Joe was flummoxed. "How can you possibly figure that out? Is that why she's so angry with me? And what relationship are you talking about with me? Sheesh."
  He turned and opened the closet and squatted down, shoving old boots and shoes aside and reaching for a cardboard box.
  WHEN JOE and Marybeth returned to the kitchen, Nate was still at the table but Alisha was across the room, leaning against the counter. She was stoic, avoiding his eyes, and Joe could tell nothing about what had gone on in their absence.
  Nate cleared his throat, said, "When you told me about the governor hiring that master tracker and Randy Pope personally overseeing the murder of the hunters, it struck me as all wrong."
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conversations.value: He looked at her, puzzled at what could be of such importance. She looked back wide-eyed, nodding, urging him on.
  Joe was flummoxed. "How can you possibly figure that out? Is that why she's so angry with me? And what relationship are you talking about with me? Sheesh."
  He turned and opened the closet and squatted down, shoving old boots and shoes aside and reaching for a cardboard box.
  WHEN JOE and Marybeth returned to the kitchen, Nate was still at the table but Alisha was across the room, leaning against the counter. She was stoic, avoiding his eyes, and Joe could tell nothing about what had gone on in their absence.
  Nate cleared his throat, said, "When you told me about the governor hiring that master tracker and Randy Pope personally overseeing the murder of the hunters, it struck me as all wrong.
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conversations.value: Nate did the math. Three drivers, three or four armed passengers in the back of each pickup. Actually, the lead truck had four in the back and two in the cab, he now saw. So as many as fourteen armed men.
  He reached across his body with both hands and pulled his weapons. With the muzzles pointed down, he thumbed back the hammers.
  Nate woke up with a start and a shout and sat bolt upright in bed. His eyes were wide and his bare skin was beaded with sweat and strands of his long blonde hair stuck to his neck and shoulders.
  Olivia Brannan turned around from where she'd been packing a suitcase on an old pine dresser. She'd chosen not to turn on the light so as not to disturb him while he slept and she'd been using the ambient light from the hallway to see.
  Liv Brannan spoke with a soft Louisiana cadence that always seemed to wrap him in a warm blanket. Sometimes, he asked her questions to which he knew the answers. She was the only woman he'd ever been with whom he encouraged to keep speaking.
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conversations.value: Three drivers, three or four armed passengers in the back of each pickup. Actually, the lead truck had four in the back and two in the cab, he now saw. So as many as fourteen armed men.
  He reached across his body with both hands and pulled his weapons. With the muzzles pointed down, he thumbed back the hammers.
  Nate woke up with a start and a shout and sat bolt upright in bed. His eyes were wide and his bare skin was beaded with sweat and strands of his long blonde hair stuck to his neck and shoulders.
  Olivia Brannan turned around from where she'd been packing a suitcase on an old pine dresser. She'd chosen not to turn on the light so as not to disturb him while he slept and she'd been using the ambient light from the hallway to see.
  Liv Brannan spoke with a soft Louisiana cadence that always seemed to wrap him in a warm blanket. Sometimes, he asked her questions to which he knew the answers. She was the only woman he'd ever been with whom he encouraged to keep speaking.