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Pronghorns leaped over him. Beyond, a stampeding herd of bison bore straight down on him.
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On the heaving, burning ship's deck, a peg-legged man thrust his broadsword through a screaming man's guts, then turned toward him.
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Part ape, part human, one of the tribe turned, offering him a steaming chunk of raw meat.
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Ahead, troops advanced with bayonets ready. Above, tank treads rolled over the rise he sat under.
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Bloody drool splashed on his leg. He wasn't sure which was larger: the dinosaur's eyes or teeth.
“Damn! I've got to get this thing recalibrated.”
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