Subject: scrawl tax-exempt

From: "Emm Morrow" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2006 23:24:29 -0700

First ofall, we ought to decide what were looking for.
Charlie, youre an old friend of the Jordans, and you can takethe responsibility for this delay. Judges an courts an all that truck aint fer me.
In front of the Desert Edge Hotel Bob Eden held out his hand to the girl.
Oh, I envy you, coming here for thefirst time.
Barstow doesnt need my presence anymore than you need a beauty doctor.
Hello, youre up and around prettyearly this morning, he said.
Im young, and the young are often mistaken.
After breakfast he rose from the table and lighted a cigarette. One by one, Holley and Eden searched the rooms.
Beforeus stretches splendid day for investigation with no prying eyes.
Through long centuriesChinese cultivate patience like kind gardener tending flowers.
A kindly old soul, Louie, suggested Eden. Get in, said Thorn, and Ill tell you about him. The cowpunchers and the poor little rich girls.
Cherry rolled the aged toothpick in his mouth.
I aint admittin nothin, answered the old prospector. Most peculiar case ever shoved on my attention, headmitted. I tell you, these dunes and canyons haveseen more movies than Will Hays.
For a moment Chans free hand rested on his waist and the undigestibleburden that still lay there.
But then, I believe you had met herbefore. But theminute I comes into the yard, I see theres something doin there.
Welcome as long-tailed rat but not going to worry about it, thank you.
His plight must have been desperate indeed. Aint many pass this way, returned the old man.
I thought thiswas jest one more secret fer me an the desert together. I was only going to say that if you dont, I can refresh your memory. Lonely Canyon, after today, will haveto change its name.
Well, I aintlookin fer no trouble, an I stands there a minute, uncertain.
Ill talk, but I dont hardly know how to begin.
And what are present whereabouts of old prospector?