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“RIDE HIM DOWN!”

The voice came out of the fire-haunted darkness and then horses came thundering out of a furnace of black and yellow smoke . . .

Lansen cursed the shapeless figures shrouded by smoke. He sprawled on the ground. The earth scored his chest and shoulders.

And then again he heard the voice.

“RIDE HIM DOWN!”