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- Fourze just kept looking straight ahead, tuning it out. Kid was a trooper, that's for sure. Hale knew that kid had something, a fighter's spirit or whatever. He might've acted all prissy about blood and guts, but he was twice as hardy as some of the guys Hale had met back in Australia, guys that would fight bears with their fists and eat them for dinner, including the bones. Surprisingly delicate fellows, actually, except for the bear-eating.
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