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The clansman crashes against the truck and falls to the ground in a dazed heap. Although you are bruised by the collision, you are able to stay on your feet, and you seize the initiative. Half-concussed, the swarthy Mexican fumbles blindly for his pistol, but before he can draw and fire it, a well-placed kick to the chin knocks him out cold.
Quickly you drag his body under the truck and prop him out of sight behind the rear wheels, before turning your attention to the vehicle’s fuel tank.
