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- He skidded to a halt in his dusty boots, and his gun was in his hand before he realized what the sound was. When he did realize, he dropped the revolver
- back into its holster with an impatient grunt. He was about to go on again when his eye happened first on Jake's pack...and then on a pair of faint, gleaming streaks
- in midair just to the left of it. Roland narrowed his eyes and made out two thin wires which crisscrossed at knee level not three feet in front
- of him. Oy, who was built low to the ground, had scurried neatly through the inverted V formed by the wires, but if not for the drums and spotting Jake's castoff pack, Roland
- would have run right into them. As his eyes moved upward, tracing the not-quite-random piles of junk poised on either side of the passageway
- at this point, Roland's mouth tightened. It had been a close call, and only *ka* had saved him.
- * The Wastelands pages 443-444
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