As I rode into the yard a man materialized from the shadows. It was Jonathan Benaras, with his long rifle.
When I swung down from the saddle he stared at my face, but said nothing. Knowing he would be curious, I explained simply, "Morgan Park and I had it out. It was quite a fight. He took a licking."
"If he looks worse than you he must be a sight."
(from Riders of the Dawn, by Louis L'Amour)
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