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Nothing could erase the smile etched on the face of the convict named Rock. The heat of the summer Arizona sun beating on his bare back, blood trickling from the six-inch bullwhip gash on his back, the sound of a dozen mauls smashing rocks, the dust; all were testament to the deck stacked against him and reasons not to smile.

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