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Sabine, stop!
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Stop!
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What made you think you could ever outrun an Indian --
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Even a jewish Indian?
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What made you think that shooting me would stop her?
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I fired in the air. It was a warning shot.
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How was I supposed to know that?
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Trust.
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Trust?! Oh, right.
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Oh, 'cause your trust instincts are so good?
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Eleanor Deering lied to your face.
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And the only reason Sabine got away