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There was a cracking sound approaching from behind me. Casey's eyes were wide with fear as she dropped both hands to her side and stood dead still. I knew the sound well. It was neither the thumpy hoof-drops of a wild deer nor the gentle wisping of a mountain lion's paws, nor the swift scuffle of coyote feet. This was a heavy deliberate stomp of a machine with a single purpose.
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