quintal

Quintal had to be put to death - that I believe.

Simply put, Quintal was sent home because he could not keep his mouth shut.

But there was no talking Quintal over, once he got a notion into his head.

They'd not been twenty seconds in getting ready for Quintal.

She had a deathly fear of Quintal, and with reason.

Quintal said with a smile that at least the fans noticed him.

Quintal was making his way down toward the settlement.

Perhaps Quintal will recover in time to play Game 4.

The elder Quintal was killed with a hatchet in 1799.

Quintal was his chum, and they got drunk together all the time.

There was none had a greater fear of Quintal.

Wherever Quintal had gone, there was nothing more we could do till daylight.

There's never been the least strife amongst us since the day Quintal was killed.

The girl, sobered a little, began to struggle, but Quintal held her fast.

With three muskets under his arms, Quintal now took the path to the settlement.

Then he told Quintal how it was done.

That roused Quintal; he sat up and glared at the two of us.

Quintal had passed her by and chased after Sarah.

No one knew where Quintal had got to.

Quintal is a right-handed shooter who plays the right side.

Both fired, but they must have missed, for Quintal ran back into the forest."

Quintal was at the door with a fence post he'd picked up, and all but had it battered down by the time we got there.

The old scared look I'd seen so often came into her face; it was like as if she saw Quintal behind me.

They reckoned Quintal had been bad hurt and we was nursing him."

Quintal was asleep behind some bushes not a dozen steps farther on.