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notorious for their compassion.

The trio near the tree had halted and were waiting for him. their
mouths hanging open, their large, tapered canines and red tongues visible.

He stopped 20 feet from them and turned sideways so he could see
both groups. The four pursuing him likewise stopped and gazed at his
wheezing form. He aimed at one of the wolves to the north, then at one to
the south, debating whether to shoot one in the hope the rest would take
off.

A wolf to the north suddenly crouched, then charged straight at him.

Acting more on instinct than conscious design, he twisted, sighted, and
squeezed the trigger. The booming retort and the bullet striking the
ground inches from the wolf caused the beast to veer to the west and run
several yards. He lowered the rifle and frowned in exasperation. He'd
missed! His life was on the line and he'd missed!

None of the wolves had fled.

He reversed his grip and grasped the barrel, prepared to go down
fighting.

One of the wolves to the south launched itself forward, hurtling at the
human's legs.

Scarcely breathing, he elevated the stock and swung with all of his
strength. The wolf easily evaded the blow, darting to the right and
bounding beyond his reach.

Were they toying with him?

Several of the pack sat on their haunches.

Bewildered by their behavior, he scrutinized them, glancing from wolf
to wolf, waiting for the first one to come at him. But they stayed where
they were, staring, always staring, and if he didn't know better he would
have sworn they were grinning at him, mocking him, well aware that all
they had to do was bide their time and he would weaken enough for them
to finish him off at their leisure. He looked at the tree, thinking he might
try to break through them, and his eyes widened in astonish-ment when
he saw a man standing less than a dozen yards to the left of the oak.

The newcomer wore a one-piece, seamless, dark blue uniform that fit
snugly on his immense physique. His eyes were a penetrating blue, his
short hair and sweeping mustache both an unusual silver shade. Over his
left shoulder was slung a carbine. A revolver rested in a brown leather
holster under his left arm, an auto pistol in a similar holster under his
right. On his left hip rode a curved scimitar in a scabbard, and on his