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Brokenclaw Lee walking slowly so that the elderly Chinese could hobble

beside him with the help of a cane, Bond being led by two uniformed men,
while another pair followed behind. Then came the two Chinese, one a big
bruiser of a man with a bandaged head, the other emaciated and carrying a
bucket.
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Rushia froze as he saw what was intended, feeling nauseated as Bond was
stripped and the massive Brokenclaw daubed him with what looked like
grease from the bucket. They manhandled Bond into the wolf run and Rushia
suddenly became very angry. The nausea turned to cold hatred and he lifted the

rifle, zeroing on to Brokenclaw Lee himself, then lowering the weapon to
watch with horror as they pegged his friend on to the ground and moved
quickly back to the outside of the enclosed run.
He heard Bond’s shout loud and clear. ‘Go to hell where you belong,
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Brokenclaw Lee, son of a Chinese tailor and a Blackfoot whore.’
Then Lee’s rejoinder, ‘Kill!’
He even heard the section of the cage rattle upwards and saw four of the
wolves come bounding out making little half-hearted howling sounds.

Rushia turned the rifle towards the wolves, then lowered it once more as he
saw what was happening.
The first beast to come from the cage seemed to slide to a halt and blink
around him, his head moving and snout lifting, sniffing the air. Then the wolf

took a couple of staggering paces, as though drunk, before he rolled over on his
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back giving tired little howls.
Similar things were going on among the other wolves. One found the leap
from the cage into brightness too much. It skidded to a halt, legs buckling from

under it, while the other two wolves just wandered aimlessly, staggering and
uncertain of where they were or what they should do.
One was still asleep in the cage, and the final pair came slowly into the
arena.

Brokenclaw was shouting something, as though trying to urge his killers into
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action. Rushia heard the words, ‘Not been fed since last night . . .’ float
upwards.
‘Wrong,’ he said aloud.

One of the final pair had just stretched out in a warm patch of sun, while the
other, Rushia saw with some anxiety, was inching its way unsteadily towards
Bond. He raised the rifle again, then began to chuckle. The wolf had reached

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