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No one has ever escaped," he says proudlyWhere's your patriotismHe seems to be a personable fellowYou're already wearing thatAs an ex-ranger, your moral fiber is much too strong to allow you to break the law...without a reasonYou wrap the fuse around yourself as if it were a beltYou see nothing unusualUsing the spoon you're able to gouge out large chunks of the rotten wall. In just seconds you've an opening large enough to pass throughYou run straight into the arms of approaching soldiersYou're already carrying thatBut you don't even have a gunI don't see that hereYou can't get thatYou're not carrying thatYou leap over the wall and fall nearly 20 feet to the ground, breaking your neck on the landingYou tie the fuse to the wall and drop it over the edgeWho do you think you are? Goldy LocksYou must also specify a directionThis is a fortress wall. There's no way to climb up or down itYou manage to climb down the rope-like fuseUsing the cigarette, you set the fuse ablaze. The flame rapidly climbs, leaving only ash suspended in mid airYou're not wearing thatThe fuse burns angrily, leaving only a few ashesWith your last ounce of strength you grab the side of the train and haul yourself up and inOkStepping onto the roof, you notice a man sitting quietly. "Be silent," he hisses peering into your eyes, "or the bouncer will catch us." Below, you hear the boxcar door open, and after a short pause, close"You're a dead man, Kip"He looks about as wild as a cougarAs you turn to descend the ladder, Luke lunges, catching you off guard. His bowie makes short work of youYou wait till the last possible moment, then drop down the ladder. You hear nothing but a wet smackYou throw yourself onto the ground in total exhaustion. Seconds later you realize the train is coming to a stop. You climb to your feet just in time to hear footsteps approaching the boxcarThe boxcar door slides open to reveal the enquiring face of the train bouncer. His billyclub and chains are all the argument you needLuke lunges towards you, slicing the air viciously with his bowie. You dodge a swipe and step in close. The two of you grapple, then Luke springs back, knife raised and eyes warySuddenly the man leaps to his feet. "You're Kip Starr... and I'm going to kill you!" he yells, advancing. With a jolt of recognition you realize that facing you is none other than Luke DaltonOnce again you collapse in utter exhaustion. Hours later, you're awakened by the screaming of the train's brakesBut the door's closedThe attendant stops you saying, "Sorry, but this is a freight train. No passengers allowed.He's checking his watch"She's two minutes off schedule.But that's not yoursHe patiently chases flies away with his tailThere's no stew leftThe once sleeping man hurls a tapestry of verbal abuse in your direction. Roughly translated: "Leave me alone." He then goes right back to sleepFrom underneath the huge sombrero come the sounds of gentle snoring"Our finest room for only two pesos.He smiles back at you"Don't try to help your gringo friend, or you'll swing beside him," says the sheriff, smiling sweetly through folds of fatHis beady eyes follow your every moveYou're barely able to recognize your old friend, James Badland. He's in pretty bad shape"I'm doomed," says your old friend, staring longingly into the distance. "You can have Rowdy and my winchester.He's dressed quite professionally"Buenos dias, Senor.The crowd is much too thick to allow passage"Stay out of trouble, or you'll swing like your gringo friend," says the sheriff, smiling sweetly through folds of fatA crowd begins to form in the plazaFrom up the street you see your friend, James Badland, dragged to the gallows to be hungFrom the window you see your old friend, James Badland, dragged to the gallowsYou hear a distant bell tolling the noon hourAs the last tones of the bell fade in the air the floor opens beneath your friend. He jerks once then swings quietly in the gentle breezeYou take careful aim with the rifle, then gently squeeze the trigger. The bullet cuts the rope as surely as any knife. The crowd is temporarily stunnedThere's nothing to shoot atYou're met half way down the stairs by the angry mob. They carry you to the gallows and set you swinging beside JamesThe 20 foot fuse is very difficult to carryThe 20 foot fuse fits nicely around your waistSoldiers are swarming down it like ants on a vineIt looks edible...barelyYou've no use for thatIt's a sharpshooter's rifleAlmost as good as Mom'sAfter a few long drags the cigarette is no moreNow is no time to be restingThe long fuse is very difficult to carryThe guard watches you, incredulous. Apparently his orders don't cover this situationIf only you'd eaten your wheatiesBut you've already got one...somewhereAre you a man or a mouseIt says simply, "Tijuana.You drop to your belly, clinging to the roof-top. Luke's eyes widen in horror, as understanding slowly seeps into his mind. He whirls, just in time to face the approaching wall. But it is too late.. the tunnel sweeps his body off the roof.. and your's tooThat would be much too dangerousA horse is much too heavy to carryThe plaza is empty, except for a gallowsIt's too crowded to see from hereAhhh. That was refreshingThe southern window overlooks a deserted alleyThe southern window overlooks a crowded alleyA definite sign of impending mental collapse"Shhh.Crossing would be much too dangerousMass murder isn't one of your hobbiesIt says "Wanted: Horace Dalton" and has a picture of the ugliest man you've ever seenIt's old and rusty, but workable.It's not litIt's litHis body swings gently in the breezeDead men tell no talesIt's already litYou've nothing to light it withIt's already offYou must specify west or southThere's nothing in thereIt's too far to make out any detailsThat wouldn't be wise, considering you're surrounded by a bloodthirsty mobShe's lazily swishing her tail from side to sideHowGood idea. You're going to need all the help you can getAnimal cruelty isn't one of your hobbiesIt's too late nowSuddenly, you see your friend, James Badland, dragged out of the prison by a lynching partySuddenly, the sheriff arrives and opens the cell. A lynching party drags James out of the cell, right before your very eyesYou throw yourself out the window, fall a short distance, and land squarely on your horseYou quickly work your way over to James, who dives on to Rowdy's back. Within seconds you break free of the crowdRowdy swiftly carries you out of TijuanaYou throw yourself out the window, fall 12 feet, and twist your ankle upon landing. The crowd surges over you like an ocean wave. Moments later you're set to swinging beside your friendI wouldn't risk it without a very good reasonYou must specify either south or west After two days of torturous riding you find yourselves in Tombstone, Arizona, at the O.K. corral, facing the three remaining Dalton boysThe Daltons draw without hesitation...That would be much too dangerous right nowYou must dismount firstBut so do you and James...Within the blink of an eye, three Daltons lay deadSoldiers approach along the wall from the east and westSoldiers are running towards you from the east and west. Others prepare to climb down the fuseSoldiers follow you from the west and southSoldiers are closing in on you from all directionsFlailing arms and swirling bodies aren't enough to stop you from reaching the plazaYou climb into the saddleYou find nothing unusualThis cliff is much too steep to climbYou're already riding the horseYou're already riding the muleYou climb onto the mule's bare backOk. You're back on your own two feetYou're already standing on your own two feetThe cliff is practically vertical. Much too steep to attempt going downHe's a stout and brave warriorHis eyes follow your every moveThere's nothing interesting in thereThey seem to be enjoying themselvesA few grunts and a yawn is their only reply"The chief will speak with you, pale face."Enter and speak with the chief.Please specify either the chief or the shamanHe looks pretty comical in his buffalo hatIt's a wonder the chief's headpiece stays upon his narrow brow"You must make a gift to the mighty Squatting Bear."As Squatting Bear's humble servant, I will accept a gift from you."Go in peace, white man."May the gods guide you.The medicine man snatches the poster and stares at it wide-eyed. "You have captured a man's soul and given it to me. This is a gift of gifts!" he says triumphantlyThe chief handles the mirror gently. He's hardly able to contain his excitement as he notices his own reflection. "I accept your gift," says the chief in his most solemn tones "In return, we offer you our war canoe. Go now in peace.Neither of them seems very interested in thatThey giggle at youThey're furiously pounding maizeYou've no use for thoseEnter a canoe while riding a donkey? InterestingYou step into the canoe and push offThis canoe's not yoursYou slide into the bottom of the canoe as bullets scream overhead. A quick peek over the edge shows that the gunman is none other than... Horace Dalton! His gun seems to be making a very strange, very loud rumbling soundEven as you feel the canoe slip away underneath you, your fingers grasp the branch. You hoist yourself to safety just in time to see Horace Dalton disappear over the edgeThat's Horace DaltonHe's too far away to reach"Goodbye, gunslinger!" calls Horace DaltonAnything dropped here would be lostThe guard stops you and says, "Civilians aren't allowed inside the towers.He's your average soldier: clean-cut and well-dressed"I'm on duty, mister.The only way to get in there is to be thrown inHe's intent on cleaning his teeth with a toothpick"Good day," he says, digging a toothpick into his mouthHe's just sitting there"I've got to get some sleep. I'm on duty all night, tonight.They drag you to the stockade and throw you inside. "Conspiring with the indians is a federal offense. You'll swing tomorrow at dawn," says the lieutenant with a fiendish grinYour place or mineThe guard peeks in at the door. "Here's a cigarette for being such a good boy.The guard peeks in at the door and sees the chipped bars. Needless to say, he isn't very pleasedThe guard peeks in. "Here's your last meal. Enjoy it." He says, sliding a spoon and a bowl of stew under the door"You must have at least ten pesos to open an account."But you have no account with us, senor.Suddenly you're seized by three sturdy soldiersYou can't go in thereThat would be much too dangerousThis box is used for sluicing gold from riversThe rugged, little mule swishes her tail from side to sideSilence..Belligerency is only becoming in apesApparently, that's not for saleYou can't go that wayYou can't climb thatThat can't be openedBelligerency is only becoming in apesNo time for rest... there's work to be doneThrills!!You uncover nothingYou don't have anything to dig withTry a direction"Cheater! You had that ace hidden!" screams the man across the table. Your world is rocked by an explosion. 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