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The little man removed the bolt from his rifle and gingerly removed the firing pin.  He removed the firing mechanism from the stock and rubbed all the pieces with a liquid that smelled like palm oil.

The men sewed patches on clothes and sharpened the bolo knives.  When the roof leaked, they repaired it.  At the hearth, they sat with Lea between them and sang songs.  She wondered if she was in the Twilight-Zone version of  Student Prince or La Traviota.

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Stories Copyright 1999

by Steve Gastineau

Update 11/7/99

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