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Slowly the two of you ease yourselves out of the roadster and stand with your hands out by your sides, although neither of you feels it wise to let go of your guns. Your nerves are taut and you are ready to dive to the ground at the first sign of trouble.
‘Where are you from?’ shouts the man.
‘Texas,’ replies Rickenbacker. ‘We’re on our way to California.’
‘Guess that makes three of us,’ he says, and slowly he lowers his shotgun as he walks towards you.
