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With numbing force, you slam the coyote’s head against the dashboard and fracture its skull. Immediately, its jaws slacken and Kate is able to pull the creature away by the scruff of its neck and bundle it out of the car. You are shaken but uninjured by the attack, the thickness of your leather sleeve having protected you from the coyote’s fangs. Quickly you regain full control of the roadster and steer it with consummate ease towards the Christoval bridge.
