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The ride through the dark mountain pass was fast and harrowing. Many times I only just dodged low braches and instant before they took my head off. My kevlar racing suit protected me, but Moonshine, who was riding with me kept wincing in pain. Doubless her arms and legs were being scracted to pieces by twigs and branches. Luck was with us. We emerged into the Green River vally with no one suffering major injuries and beat the Dragons to Kristiania. The horizon was brightening with the dawn, but the sun would not break the horizon for another half hour. The Wolf Pack gathered the hippied before the doors to the lodge. They were ragged and dirty. Only thirty had remained in Kristiania. The rest had left during the previous day and night convined New Eden was a lost cause. “Did you kill their leader?” King Thoreau asked Wolf.
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