Dick Purcell

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Dick Purcell,  Gunnison's Bonanza

“ A bird. A black vicious-beaked hawk of some sort. Its size was about that of Gunnison's two fists and its angry shrilling told of indignation against the two-legged intruder.
As Gunnison watched it keeled over in midair and went into another power dive. Its courage far outweighed its size as it rocketed down again—straight at his head. It came in screaming and Gunnison swiped at it sharply with his pan. He hit one outstretched wing and the scream of pain was more grating than the previous whistle of rage.
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Source: Gutenberg

Dick Purcell,  Mr. Chipfellow's Jackpot

“ Sam did not live alone from choice, but he was highly perceptive and it made him uncomfortable to have relatives around with but one thought in their minds: When are you going to die and leave me some money?
Of course, the relatives could hardly be blamed for entertaining this thought. It came as naturally as breathing because Sam Chipfellow was one of those rare individuals—a scientist who had made money; all kinds of money; more money than almost anybody. And after all, his relatives were no different than those of any other rich man. They felt they had rights.
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Source: Gutenberg

Dick Purcell,  Gunnison's Bonanza

“ A retiring people, they had stood unmolested for a thousand years and had never moved beyond their own boundaries.
A bleak, forbidding land, the Ghanati, wrapped in a silence long considered deadly. But a land rumored to be bursting with unmined gold.
The pilot set his ship down expertly in a hundred-yard square of level land surrounded by angry rock. Off to the north, the crags greatened and roughened, marking the boundary of the mysterious stronghold of monsters.
The pilot helped Gunnison unload his gear and spoke with a mixture of amusement and admiration.
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Source: Gutenberg

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