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As suddenly as it began, the shotgun attack ended, replaced with the mad buzzing of chainsaws being revved. Those on our side, including me, began peeking over the wall. They were still hidden by the darkness. The redneck’s then let out a collective whoop. Suddenly, out of the darkness, the hoard of hundreds charged the walls. The Wolf Pack began firing wildly at them. Many of the rednecks fell, but there were just too many. Dozens reached the wall seconds later. Some tried to climb but the hippies made a commendable defense with their spears. Other rednecks attacked the walls with their chainsaws. These quickly became the targets for those of us with guns. In the din of battle, I heard Adams yell, “Now!” I saw Wolf hurl a flaming Molotov into the savage crowd of rednecks. With a sudden flash of heat that made my skin burn, the carpet of
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