Slaughter Mountain Run

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At such close range, the blast from your shotgun virtually rips the clansman in two. (Remember to deduct a round of 12-gauge ammunition from your Ammo Pouch.) With a gurgling scream he crashes down in the middle of the table before rolling lifelessly to the floor. Hurriedly the other two reach for their pistols as, with fear in their eyes, they back away from the clansman’s torn and bloodstained body.

Turn to 335.

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