muley
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I'll drag her out of whatever trouble she's in, no matter how muley she behaves."

"She gets muley stubborn if she thinks I'm trying to tell her what to do, but I can still protect her from that."

Muley was looking toward the road over which they had come.

We'll go on forever, Muley, because we are the people!

For a long time Muley looked at him, almost timidly.

Muley told us in the last chapter that most are headed west to California.

"I still can't figure why Muley up and quit without giving notice."

"You couldn't ask for much improvement," Muley told his companions.

Muley came close, very close, before he made out the faces.

How's it if we go to your place, Muley?

Muley told me that they laugh at me behind my back.

Muley was treated at a hospital for a concussion and released.

Muley met them near the smoking dust pile which had been their fire.

Muley remained silent for more than half a minute, a long time in a courtroom.

"What are you doing here on a Saturday morning, Muley?"

"Come on, then, over this way," Muley moved around the house and out into the cotton field about fifty yards.

Muley was a man in love under circumstances so strange that ordinary words could not explain it.

I'll speak to Muley and warn him that he must clean up his act."

He didn't know why Muley, or any other man, would refer to her as a stick of a woman."

Keeping up the muley metaphor, try to lead them, and they balk.

He had never been muley in his life.

Muley was the owner of the trucking company that served the stores.

Her spontaneous decision to fire Muley had been correct.

Now stick to her for a second, Muley.

Muley pulled at the covering brush and crawled into his cave.

They saw Muley standing forlornly in the dooryard looking after them.

They told me that Muley became part of the family, completely trusted, even went on vacation cruises with them.

They were the toughest of all who had been at Mulley's.

Chip Mulley was an able hand at gaining needed information.

Anything that Mulley told the police would be believed; for it was his policy to play straight.

But Mulley was one who could do business on the side without jeopardizing his position.

Groping for an explanation, Mulley looked toward a side door of the room.

That would be enough to bring Chief Mulley and his entire force!

We had to leave the box with him because Chief Mulley was coming up.

Chief Mulley ordered the search to tighten; to close in upon the house itself.

Chief Mulley just stopped there, to say that they've given up the search."

He had heard the mention of a name: Chip Mulley.

Here, on Friday night, he was due to stay at Mulley's.

"Have they got any idea who made those calls to Belver and Mulley?"

Mulley had been posted here on the promise that a crook would arrive.

Belver hadn't gone to city hall to telephone Mulley; then wait there.

At last there came a nod from Mulley.

Chief Mulley heard the comments; he roared for silence.

If he could swing Chief Mulley, he might get results.

Chip Mulley, pale and nervous, was perched upon a stool across the room.

Leading the detectives, Mulley rushed from Larry's room, to get down to the street.

We gotta get back to give a report to Chief Mulley."

At Mulley's order, the trapped crook let the sealed box fall to the carpet.

Mulley fish ($11.95) bloomed with spice and cardamom as it went down.

A phony alibi would not be supported by Mulley; but a real one would.

He shuffled off through the darkness, while Cliff headed for Mulley's.