Cody Shearer is a man with many connections, able to convince Bosnian Serbs, Cheyennes and, unintentionally, Washington Clinton-haters that he is a player, a person who makes things happen. But he may just be a person who things happen to happen to, a guy with a penchant for pretending to be what others want to believe that he is. Every time he turns up on the scene--and even when (as in the case of Kathleen Willey) he doesn't--people ask: What's he doing here? He probably asks himself the same question.
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