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I was standing on a raised platform, surveying the massive changes we’d made in just thirty hours, when I saw a movement on the horizon. The sun was just about to sink below the horizon when I saw a silhouette pass in front of it. I pointed it out to Franklin who was standing beside me. Franklin immediately turned and shouted to the others. Wolf, who had been standing on the ground within the walls talking quietly to Jefferson, bounded up to the platform. He squinted in the direction that I pointed for a moment, then turned and looked down at Jefferson and held out his hands. Without a word passing between them, Jefferson tossed his rifle up to Wolf. Wolf turned back to face the horizon and looked through the rifle’s scope. Then calmly he tossed the rifle back to Jefferson. “They’re coming,” he said, then turned and hopped off the platform.
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