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The
man
lowered
his
rifle
,
not
quite
convinced
.
Coker
emerged
from
the
cover
of
my
truck
,
which
had
hidden
his
exit
from
his
own
.
‘
What
’
s
the
big
idea
?
Dog
eat
dog
?
"
he
inquired
.
"
Only
two
of
you
?
"
the
second
man
asked
.
Coker
looked
at
him
.
"
What
would
you
be
expecting
?
A
convention
?
Yes
,
just
two
of
us
.
"
The
trio
visibly
relaxed
.
The
fair
man
explained
:
"
We
thought
you
might
be
a
gang
from
a
city
.
We
’
ve
been
expecting
them
here
,
raiding
for
food
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
said
Coker
.
"
From
which
we
assume
that
you
’
ve
not
taken
a
look
at
any
city
lately
.
If
that
’
s
your
only
worry
,
you
might
as
well
forget
it
.
What
gangs
there
are
,
are
more
likely
to
be
working
the
other
way
round
—
at
present
.
In
fact
,
doing
—
if
I
may
say
so
—
just
what
you
are
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
think
they
’
ll
come
?
"
"
I
’
m
darned
sure
they
won
’
t
.
"
He
regarded
the
three
.
