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An eerie silence is broken by Long Jake, who shouts out, ‘ ’Taint over yet, Cal. There’s more of them damn peckerwoods hidin’ out there somewhere!’ As if to prove his point, two single shots ring out, almost simultaneously, and ricochet off the storehouse wall. ‘Watch your sides,’ Jake yells. ‘Don’t let ’em circle you.’

You sense someone, or something, moving among the ruined shops away to your right. They are trying to get into a position where they will have a clear shot at you. If you are to survive this ambush you had better find somewhere less exposed.

If you wish to make a dash for the store, turn to 126.

If you decide to jump into your roadster and take off along the main street, turn to 142.