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<p>Again the siren blares from above the east gate but this time it is an alarm signal. Knott responds by slamming his foot to the floor and steering the lumbering truck towards the west gate. Harsh voices curse, and then gunshots ring out.</p>
<p><quote>Get down!</quote> shouts Captain Frankland, as the bullets rip through the thin canvas covering and ricochet off the rear of the driver<ch.apos/>s cab. Instantly you flatten yourself to the floor, which leaps and shudders against your cheek as the truck rams into the west gate. The rot-infested doors offer little resistance: they are wrenched from their hinges and sent spinning through the air to disintegrate on landing.</p>
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<p>More shots are fired but none seem to find their target. You risk a glance over the tailgate to see the race track receding into the distance. In the street outside the track, a handful of determined Angelino clansmen are kick-starting their motorcycles in readiness to pursue you. You know just how dangerous these bikers can be, so you raise your gun and rest its barrel on the tailgate, waiting for the clansmen to come within range.</p>
<choice idref="sect42"><link-text>Turn to 42</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>Collision with the barrier has damaged Mad Dog<ch.apos/>s car: a section of the front fender is buckled against the wheel, slowing it considerably. In your deadly duel, his supercharged car no longer has the advantage of speed. However, even though it is damaged, it still possesses enough power to enable him to catch you.</p>
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<p>In the distance a bridge is fast approaching. It crosses a channelled drainageway, fed by the Pantano Wash. An Amcorp Landcruiser, one of the colony<ch.apos/>s vehicles, has broken down and been abandoned on its approach ramp. The bus blocks two lanes of the freeway, leaving just enough room for one vehicle to pass.</p>
<p>The two of you speed towards this narrow gap, neck and neck, each determined to be the first to get across. Desperate to beat you, Mad Dog brings his speedster dangerously close. You are three seconds away from the gap when he rams your door.</p>
<p>Add your Driving skill total to your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score. Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add it to your total.</p>
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<p>The clansmen are training their spotlight directly into your eyes, effectively blinding you, and you are not able to steer the jeep out of their path until the last moment. The pick-up glances the rear and the sudden jolt makes you hit your head on the steering column: lose 1 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> point.</p>
<p>Despite your injury, you regain control of the jeep quickly and bring it back onto the highway. Captain Frankland is standing behind you, manning the heavy machine gun, and, as the pick-up completes a spectacular 180-degree turn and comes racing back, he cocks the weapon and opens fire.</p>
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<p>The heavy-calibre rounds riddle the engine and tear the cab to shreds. The truck starts to skid, and then there is a tremendous <onomatopoeia>bang</onomatopoeia> as the fuel tank explodes. As you accelerate onto the freeway, you glance in the driving mirror to see a huge ball of billowing orange flame engulf the remains of the truck and its passengers.</p>
<choice idref="sect178"><link-text>Turn to 178</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>You stand up and take hold of the heavy machine gun as Captain Frankland drives off towards the west side of Lordsburg. Haskell locates an ammunition box and helps you to thread a belt of .50-calibre shells into the breech.</p>
<p>Most of Mad Dog<ch.apos/>s clansmen are concentrated around the block of buildings where the truck was discovered, but there are some, most notably the Detroit Lions scouts, who have taken up lookout positions in other parts of the town. You pass two or three of them on your way through Lordsburg, yet they seem to ignore you. The jeep, with its clan markings, and the darkness enable you to pass them without challenge.</p>
<p>It is not until you begin your approach to the access ramp of Interstate 10 that you encounter any problem. Soon after your truck was found, Mad Dog dispatched a unit of scouts in a pick-up to guard the freeway ramp, just in case. It was a smart move. When these scouts see you approaching, they switch on a spotlight mounted on the roof of the pick-up above the driver<ch.apos/>s seat, catching you in its beam. When a radio call confirms that you are not what you seem, they accelerate towards you in an attempt to run you off the road.</p>
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<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add to it your Shooting skill total.</p>
<choice idref="sect143">If your total score is 4 or less, <link-text>turn to 143</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect293">If it is 5 or more, <link-text>turn to 293</link-text>.</choice>
<p>As the jeep speeds away from Lordsburg, you watch the blazing wreckage disappear slowly into the night. You are half-expecting a horde of clansmen to come roaring out of the town in hot pursuit, but as you make your escape there is no sign of any clan activity.</p>
<p>You cover fifteen miles, reaching the intersection with Highway 80, when the jeep runs out of fuel. The captain lets it cruise to the side of the freeway, and as soon as it stops he leaps out and walks around to the back to unhook a large fuel can that is strapped to the spare tyre.</p>
<p><quote>It<ch.apos/>s your turn to drive, Cal,</quote> he says, as he shakes the can. You obey this command and settle yourself in the driving seat while he pours the contents into the jeep<ch.apos/>s empty tank. <quote>There<ch.apos/>s about two gallons in this,</quote> he says, as the precious gas sloshes into the filler pipe. <quote>It<ch.apos/>s not going to get us very far.</quote></p>
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<p>The captain is pouring in the last few drops of the spare gas when suddenly you discover why you were not followed out of Lordsburg.</p>
<choice idref="sect309"><link-text>Turn to 309</link-text>.</choice>
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<p><quote>I think they were waiting to hear some good news from an agent they sent after us,</quote> you reply, as you walk together towards the place where Kate has parked your roadster. <quote>They<ch.apos/>ve a long wait if they<ch.apos/>re still expecting him to call.</quote></p>
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<p>Kate looks at you with a puzzled expression, and you recount in detail the events that befell the team during the escape from Ciudad Juarez. As you drive out of Benson, you tell her how Frankland, Haskell, and Knott met their deaths, and how you avenged them in your showdown with their murderer, Helmut Varken, at the Tombstone courthouse.</p>
<p><quote>What d<ch.apos/>you think<ch.apos/>s gonna happen when Mad Dog finds out that you<ch.apos/>ve killed Varken?</quote> she asks, nervously.</p>
- <p><quote>Well, he ain<ch.apos/>t gonna be happy, that<ch.apos/>s f<ch.apos/>sure, especially after what we did at Ciudad. I don<ch.apos/>t know what he<ch.apos/>ll do. I guess we<ch.apos/>ll just have to wait an<ch.apos/> see.</quote></p>
+ <p><quote>Well, he ain<ch.apos/>t gonna be happy, that<ch.apos/>s f<ch.apos/>sure, especially after what we did at Juarez. I don<ch.apos/>t know what he<ch.apos/>ll do. I guess we<ch.apos/>ll just have to wait an<ch.apos/> see.</quote></p>
<p>Unfortunately, you do not have to wait long.</p>
<choice idref="sect252"><link-text>Turn to 252</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>An old US Mail panel truck is the only vehicle in the Post Office parking lot. Its tyres have rotted, its battery is dead, and its engine is so full of dust that it will never work again. However, it still has some gasolene left in its fuel tank. The truck may not carry you anywhere but you cannot readily abandon its fuel.</p>
<p>You look for some means of collecting the gas, and discover an empty fuel can lying in the cab. However, you are still faced with the problem of getting the gasolene out of the truck<ch.apos/>s fuel tank.</p>
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<choice idref="sect269">If you possess a <typ class="item">Plastic Tube</typ>, <link-text>turn to 269</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect92">If you do not possess this item, <link-text>turn to 92</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>After ten hours<ch.apos/> deep, uninterrupted sleep, you wake feeling thoroughly refreshed: restore 4 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points. The barricade is still intact and, once it is dismantled, you arm yourself before investigating the six other buildings that comprise the town. All of them are empty and show no signs of having been entered during the night, prompting you to believe that you may, at least for the time being , have given the assassin the slip.</p>
+ <p>After ten hours<ch.apos/> deep, uninterrupted sleep, you wake feeling thoroughly refreshed: restore 4 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points. The barricade is still intact and, once it is dismantled, you arm yourself before investigating the six other buildings that comprise the town. All of them are empty and show no signs of having been entered during the night, prompting you to believe that you may, at least for the time being, have given the assassin the slip.</p>
<p>In a shack behind the diner you discover a motorcycle that is in a serviceable condition. The tyres are sound and the gas tank is over half full with gasolene, but its oil level is very low. As you kick start the engine you can only hope that it will get you as far as Tucson before breaking down.</p>
<p>After studying the <a idref="map">map</a> you mount your new vehicle and set off, heading north along Highway 666. You have ridden only seven miles when a collapsed bridge forces you to change direction and travel west along an unmarked mountain road. You enjoy the cool breeze whipping through your hair as you ride at speed along this empty trail, and you cover more than twenty miles before coming to a small town where a sign proclaims:</p>
<signpost>GLEESON WELCOMES CAREFUL DRIVERS</signpost>
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<choice idref="sect64">If you wish to stop at this mountain town, <link-text>turn to 64</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect50">If you decide to ride through without stopping, <link-text>turn to 50</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>Marine Knott takes the wheel with the captain riding beside him in the cab. Meanwhile, you and the sergeant climb in the back and take up firing positions at the tailgate. Steadily Knott drives towards Columbus, keeping the speed down to avoid arousing too much suspicion. You are sixty yards from the barricade when the captain shouts through the cab partition: <quote>Hold on men<ch.emdash/>we<ch.apos/>re going in!</quote></p>
<p>You exchange an anxious glance with Sergeant Haskell as the engine roars and the truck picks up speed.</p>
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<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>.</p>
<choice idref="sect188">If the number you have picked is 0<ch.endash/>3, <link-text>turn to 188</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect244">If the number is 4<ch.endash/>6, <link-text>turn to 244</link-text>.</choice>
<p>You twist the ignition key and pump the gas pedal; you feel a surge of relief when you hear the jeep<ch.apos/>s sturdy engine growl throatily. A flick of a switch brings the headlights to life and then you are off, accelerating along a narrow street opposite the bus depot that leads to the west side of town.</p>
<p>Most of Mad Dog<ch.apos/>s clansmen are concentrated around the block of buildings where the truck was discovered, but there are some, most notably the Detroit Lions<ch.apos/> scouts, who have taken up lookout positions in other parts of the town. You pass two or three of them on your way through Lordsburg, yet they seem to ignore you. The jeep<ch.emdash/>with its clan markings<ch.emdash/>and the darkness, enable you to pass them without challenge.</p>
<p>It is not until you begin your approach to the access ramp of Interstate 10 that you encounter any problem. Soon after your truck was found, Mad Dog dispatched a unit of scouts in a pick-up to guard the freeway ramp, just in case. It was a smart move. When the scouts see you approaching, they switch on a spotlight mounted on the roof of the pick-up, above the driver<ch.apos/>s seat, and catch you in its beam. When a radio call confirms that you are not what you seem, they accelerate towards you in an attempt to run you off the road.</p>
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<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add to it your Driving skill total.</p>
<choice idref="sect205">If your total score is 3 or less, <link-text>turn to 205</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect25">If it is 4<ch.endash/>7, <link-text>turn to 25</link-text>.</choice>
<p>You and the captain leave Knott to pay his last respects and walk back to the pick-up to consider your next course of action. Mad Dog Michigan is known to have snipers at his disposal, former HAVOC assassins who operated under him in the years before <quote>The Day</quote>. If it was one of those professionals who killed Haskell, the chances are that he will not stop until he has finished you all off.</p>
<p><quote>We<ch.apos/>ve gotta keep moving if we<ch.apos/>re to stay out of range of this assassin,</quote> says Captain Frankland, as he stares across the landscape. <quote>I<ch.apos/>ve had experience of these murderers in the past. They<ch.apos/>re totally ruthless and totally professional.</quote></p>
<p>Then, as if in answer to his words and your fears, another gunshot echoes across the pine-clad mountains.</p>
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<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>.</p>
<choice idref="sect340">If the number you have picked is 0<ch.endash/>3, <link-text>turn to 340</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect277">If the number is 4<ch.endash/>9, <link-text>turn to 277</link-text>.</choice>
<p>You leave behind the blazing wreckage as you speed away from Lordsburg on Interstate 10. You are expecting to be followed, yet, as the town slowly vanishes into the night, there is no sign of a clan pursuit.</p>
<p>You cover fifteen miles, reaching the intersection with Highway 80, when the jeep runs out of fuel. You let it cruise to the side of the freeway. As soon as you stop, Captain Frankland unhooks a large fuel can that is strapped to the rear of the jeep and shakes it.</p>
<p><quote>There<ch.apos/>s about two gallons in this,</quote> he says, as he flicks open the cap and pours the contents into the jeep<ch.apos/>s empty tank. <quote>It<ch.apos/>s not going to get us very far.</quote></p>
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<p>As the captain pours the last of the spare gas into the jeep, suddenly you discover why you were not followed out of Lordsburg.</p>
<choice idref="sect309"><link-text>Turn to 309</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>The temperature continues to rise as the truck makes its way along the remains of Highway 81, across a vast and spectacular landscape. It is nearly noon when you reach a winding, steep-sided canyon<ch.emdash/>part of the great continental divide. Its multi-banded strata of rocks provide a dramatic splash of colour in this sun-bleached mountain wasteland.</p>
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<p><quote>The colony should be in Deming about now,</quote> says the Captain, glancing at his wristwatch. <quote>When we reach the Interstate, we<ch.apos/>ll stop and wait for them there. No sense travelling in this heat if we can help it.</quote></p>
<p>He has barely finished talking when there is a loud <onomatopoeia>bang</onomatopoeia>. The floor shudders, and then the engine starts to cough and splutter. Knott groans loudly, fearing the worst, and desperately pumps the gas pedal to keep the engine from stalling. For half a mile the truck lurches along the highway like a drunken kangaroo, until the engine utters its last cough and stops.</p>
<p>An examination of the engine soon reveals the problem<ch.emdash/>a cracked electronic ignition unit. Knott recalls seeing one of these lying on a workbench back at the Hachita gas station, and curses himself for not having taken it. At least a replacement part is within reach. Knott volunteers to return to the town, ten miles away, and asks for someone to accompany him.</p>
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<p>When you can no longer see the highway for trees, you rise to your feet and scurry deeper into the forest. Here the air is heavy and still, and the heat is stifling, but at least the trees protect you from the midday sun. For two hours you ascend the pine-clad slopes of the Pedregosa Mountains, wending your way steadily westwards towards peaks that are hidden from sight.</p>
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<p>Throughout your weary trek, you exchange less than a dozen words with Marine Knott. The grief and the shock you feel play on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to shake them the images of your companions<ch.apos/> final moments keep repeating in your mind<ch.apos/>s eye. Eventually you come to terms with your sense of bereavement, but you cannot escape the ever-present fear that the sniper is somewhere nearby.</p>
<p>By mid-afternoon you discover a trail that cuts through the scrub growing in abundance on the higher slopes. The trail is a welcome discovery, for the scrub is twisted and tough, gnarled, and deep-rooted, and difficult to climb. You have been following the trail for less than an hour when it starts to ascend very steeply towards a rugged outcrop of rock.</p>
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<p>The captain leads the team through the buildings of the immigration control compound, and on towards the iron-framed service walkway. The gate to this section is locked but its rusty padlock is soon dealt with and stealthily you make your crossing. Below your feet, through the cage-like steel floor of the walkway, the waters of the Rio Grande glint in the moonlight. To your right lie the ruined remains of the Cordova Bridge. Its central span collapsed during the post-holocaust years, and the debris now forms an island of broken concrete that parts the waters near the middle of the river. The noisy rush of the water passing over this isle obscures the sound of your footfalls as the team hurries across the walkway towards the Mexican side of the border.</p>
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<p>You are less than twenty yards from the exit gate when the captain signals a halt. Silently he points to the end of the walkway, where two clan sentries are standing guard with their backs to the river. <quote>We<ch.apos/>ve gotta deal with these two quickly and quietly,</quote> he whispers, as he reaches to his boot and unsheathes his black-bladed combat knife.</p>
<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>.</p>
<choice idref="sect67">If the number you have picked is 0<ch.endash/>6, <link-text>turn to 67</link-text>.</choice>
<p>Steadily the highway climbs towards a pass, beyond which there is a hairpin bend. You manage to negotiate it safely, only to find that a rockfall has partially blocked the road less than twenty yards beyond the bend. Your driving instinct warns you not to brake heavily for fear of sending the jeep into a skid, so you try to steer around the mound of fallen rock without slowing down. Your tactics work: you clear the mound with inches to spare. Unluckily, as you straighten the steering wheel, you strike a stray boulder and the jeep is brought to a grinding halt.</p>
<p><quote>The front running gear<ch.apos/>s wrecked,</quote> says Captain Frankland, despondently, as he inspects the damage. <quote>There<ch.apos/>s no way we<ch.apos/>ll get any further in this vehicle.</quote></p>
<p>The situation looks bleak: the clansmen are likely to show up at any time and they are sure to catch you now that the jeep is wrecked. Then an idea occurs to you that might just throw them off your trail. If you were to set fire to the jeep and push it into the deep canyon that borders this section of the mountain road, the sight of the burning wreckage might convince them that you had met with a fatal accident. The others agree that it is worth a try and immediately set about preparing the jeep. Together you manhandle it to the edge of the road, and then light a rag, which Haskell has stuffed into the gasolene filler pipe. Once it is burning, you give one last push and send the vehicle careering over the edge into the canyon 300 feet below. After the resounding crash, you hear the clansmen approaching and you quickly take cover among the boulders. To make it seem more realistic Marine Knott drops his bloodstained tunic at the edge of the road before he takes cover, seconds before the first riders appear on the scene.</p>
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<p>The moment you bring the roadster back onto the freeway, Mad Dog draws up alongside. Kate empties her pistol at his head, but the clan leader just laughs: his speedster is equipped with bullet-proof glass and the slugs fail to penetrate. He sneers, and draws his finger across his throat before swerving towards you in an attempt to ram you off the road.</p>
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<p>If you are to avoid this ramming attack, you must take swift evasive action.</p>
<choice idref="sect121">If you wish to accelerate, <link-text>turn to 121</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect260">If you choose to brake heavily, <link-text>turn to 260</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>As they approach, the clansmen train their spotlight on the jeep<ch.apos/>s windscreen in an attempt to blind Captain Frankland. Despite the glare, he controls the vehicle admirably, veering away at the last moment to avoid collision with the oncoming truck. As the pick-up flashes past, you swing around and open fire at its trunk.</p>
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<p>The heavy-calibre rounds riddle the running gear and tear the back tyres to shreds. It sends the truck into a violent skid, and then there is a tremendous <onomatopoeia>bang</onomatopoeia> as the fuel tank explodes. As the captain accelerates away onto the freeway, you watch in silence as a huge ball of billowing orange flame engulfs the remains of the truck and its passengers.</p>
<choice idref="sect75"><link-text>Turn to 75</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>You raise your left hand to shield your eyes from the glare of the spotlight. They are trying to blind you as they approach, but you are more than a match for them. You shout to the others to hold tight and, when they are nearly upon you, you swerve aside, bringing the jeep to a controlled halt at the edge of the highway.</p>
<p>Captain Frankland is the first to recover and quickly mans the heavy machine gun. The pick-up completes a spectacular 180-degree turn and comes racing back, but he is waiting for them. They are thirty yards away when he cocks the weapon and opens fire.</p>
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<p>The heavy-calibre rounds riddle the engine and tear the cab to shreds. The truck starts to skid, and then there is a tremendous <onomatopoeia>bang</onomatopoeia> as the fuel tank explodes. As you accelerate onto the freeway, you glance in the driving mirror to see a huge ball of billowing orange flame engulf the remains of the truck and its passengers.</p>
<choice idref="sect178"><link-text>Turn to 178</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>The more you think about your predicament, the more you realize how futile it is to try to outrun them. Even if you were able to defeat all the scouts, Mad Dog Michigan would simply send more and more until his lust for vengeance had finally been sated. Then an idea occurs to you that might just throw him off your trail for good. If you were able to convince the enemy that you were dead, it would put an end to their pursuit. You share your thoughts with the others and they agree with your reasoning.</p>
<p><quote>You<ch.apos/>re right, Cal. We<ch.apos/>ll have to stage an accident and convince the clansmen that we<ch.apos/>ve all been killed,</quote> says Captain Frankland.</p>
<p>Soon you reach a part of the mountains where a deep canyon borders the road. Here you bring the jeep to a halt and immediately set about preparing the <quote>accident</quote>. You push the vehicle to the edge of the road, and then light a rag, which Haskell has stuffed into the gasolene filler pipe. It ignites and once it is burning you give the jeep a push and send it careering over the edge into the canyon 300 feet below. After the resounding crash, you hear the clansmen approaching and you quickly take cover behind some boulders. To make it seem more realistic, Marine Knott drops his bloodstained tunic at the edge of the road before he joins you, seconds before the first clansmen appear on the scene.</p>
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<choice idref="sect227"><link-text>Turn to 227</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>(<a idref="sect72">72</a>) Replaced <quote>clear, then</quote> with <quote>clear, and then</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect79">79</a>) Replaced <quote>days or</quote> with <quote>days, or</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect80">80</a>) Replaced <quote>limbs, then</quote> with <quote>limbs, and then</quote>. Replaced <quote>If you possess a pair of <typ class="item">Binoculars</typ></quote> with <quote>If you possess a pair of <typ class="item">Binoculars</typ> or a <typ class="item">Telescope</typ></quote>. Replaced <quote>If you do not possess this Backpack item</quote> with <quote>If you possess neither of these Backpack Items</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect81">81</a>) Replaced <quote>Haskell and</quote> with <quote>Haskell, and</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect81">81</a>) Replaced <quote>Haskell and</quote> with <quote>Haskell, and</quote>. Replaced <quote>at Ciudad</quote> with <quote>at Juarez</quote> to reflect common parlance.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect82">82</a>) Replaced <quote>silently and</quote> with <quote>silently, and</quote>. Replaced <quote>Bowie Knife [3]</quote> with <quote>Bowie Knife (3)</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect85">85</a>) Replaced <quote>sideways, then</quote> with <quote>sideways, and then</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect86">86</a>) Replaced <quote>brighter, then</quote> with <quote>brighter, and then</quote>. Replaced <quote>three, then</quote> with <quote>three, and then</quote>.</p>
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+ <li><a idref="sect5">5</a>, <a idref="sect128">128</a></li>
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-Sun over Pine-forest Mountains:
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+ <li><a idref="sect12">12</a>, <a idref="sect274">274</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect25">25</a>, <a idref="sect293">293</a>, <a idref="sect330">330</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect30">30</a>, <a idref="sect142">142</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect33">33</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect75">75</a>, <a idref="sect108">108</a>, <a idref="sect178">178</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect81">81</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect95">95</a>, <a idref="sect244">244</a>, <a idref="sect255">255</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect110">110</a>, <a idref="sect256">256</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect169">169</a>, <a idref="sect189">189</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect183">183</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect202">202</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect258">258</a>, <a idref="sect336">336</a></li>
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