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“So?” prompted Thoreau. “Maybe the last one will leave now that his friends are dead.” “I don’t believe he was the last. At the temple, chainsaws were used. I saw none at the oil well and rednecks are never parted with a chainsaw. There must be more, perhaps many more.” “What do you suggest, man?” “We should fortify this settlement and prepare for an assault. Your people will need to help.” Thoreau seemed about to laugh. “What did you have in mind?” “First, we need to build walls.” “With what, man? There’s barely enough metal laying around to make huts.”
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