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Author: Lily Moonlight

Notes: Thank you very much for reviews, please continue! They're a great help and I love knowing what you think. Thanks to Ballettmaus for all her help. Thanks also to cmaddict, Brinchen86, sarramaks and Blue Shadowdancer who read an early draft of this. Strangely enough, I wrote this chapter and the next one back in September, so they've been completed for ages; I just had to write the chapters in between :) And then adjust this one a bit :P As previously, I will send a short extra scene to all reviewers. Thanks to everyone who sent comments on the last scene.

Once Upon A Time In The Old West

Chapter 25: How Hattanville was won

Mac:

Soon as I feel cold air against my back, I let Baines drop onto the snow-covered boardwalk, and look up to check on Stella. My heart almost freezes: she's nowhere in sight and the only explanation that comes into my mind is that she's collapsed from all that smoke, somewhere inside.

I run back into the Saloon and stare round wildly, knowin' I gotta find her, fast. I'm in the midst of a choking cloud of smoke and heat, near deafened by the screeching flames and the crackle of wood. Wood that's started breakin' down. All the alcohol behind the bar's startin' to explode, glass is flyin' everywhere... Guess it's only the fact the fire started at the back of the buildin' that the saloon's still standin', but it ain't gonna be standin' much longer, and that almost stops my heart with fear.

Because Stella's still in here...

If draggin' that piece of scum away from a certain death has caused her more harm, then I'm gonna finish him off myself. I'm ragin' with fear and anger, but I gotta stay calm and find Stella, and get her outta here.

"Stella!"

Ain't no answer forthcomin', so I stumble forwards, holdin' my sleeve over my mouth and nose and coughin'.

"Stella!"

Can just about make out the interior of the saloon, or what's left of it. Fire's taken hold, and at the back of the buildin', there's a curtain of flame and smoke.

Dark shape of the bar's ahead of me now, but no sign of Stella. I'm startin' to despair, and the terrifyin' thought of her lyin' somewhere overcome by smoke, and me unable to find her till it's too late, grips me. This is my fault. Should have kept a closer eye on her as we were draggin' that damned coward Baines out...

But there's a voice, not too far ahead of me, and it restores my hope.

"Get out, Mac! You... you shouldn't have come after me!"

"What the hell else did you think I was gonna do?" I shout back, unable to keep the frightened fury outta my voice, though I'm almost choked by relief at hearin' her. Start towards where I've heard her, realisin' with what she's said, that she chose to go back inside. Why, I ain't able to figure out; figurin' out's gonna have to wait, however.

Finally I see her, crouched at the bottom of the stairs. One hand grips the newel post, the other's clutchin' somethin' to her chest. Her head's bowed and she's coughin' hard.

"Ain't gettin' outta here without you!" I yell as I fight my way through the smoke towards her. "Don't know why the heck you went back in, but we're gettin' out now, before this whole place collapses!"

She shakes her head, and makes an attempt to pull herself to her feet, but another fit of coughin' stops her. Heat and smoke's gettin' to her fast. Gettin' to me too. Much longer in here, and neither of us is gonna be leavin' alive. But that ain't somethin' I'm gonna allow. Not while I still got breath in my body and strength in my limbs. If I have to put my life in a little danger for her, so be it. Stella risked her life for me riding back to town in a blizzard and I won't never forget that. And if I have to, then I'll walk through fire for her.

Way these flames are creepin' forward though, it might well come to walkin' through fire for her. But I ain't gonna mind it; only a few more steps and I'll be at Stella's side...

"Mac!" she gives a hoarse cry. "Above you!"

Look up just in time to see a blazin' chunk of wood fallin' towards me, and I leap back not a second too soon. Near enough singes my eyebrows on its way past, but it misses me. Trouble is, where it lands, the floor immediately flares up, and suddenly there's a line of fire in between me and Stella.

She's hauled herself to her feet now and stares in horror, her face glowin' in the light, streaked with smoke. Then her eyes meet mine and the look in them frightens me; seems to have lost all her determination, seems like she's almost given up and has resigned herself to losin' her life along with her home.

"You have to get out," she says. "Leave... leave me to get myself out..." Another bout of coughin' shakes her.

"You know that ain't gonna happen!" I yell. "No way I'm leavin' without you!"

Liftin' the collar of my coat, tryin' to get some protection round the skin that's exposed, I edge forward. Bein' tentative ain't gonna work though. It's a case of now or never, so without thinkin' anymore about it, I kick the piece of wood outta the way. Luck's on my side, and it clears the tiniest gap for me to leap through. Land a little awkwardly on my bad leg, but Stella catches me, and we both fall back against the stairs. Both of us are breathin' hard and findin' it kinda' difficult to catch our breath, so for a moment, we hold onto each other, buildin' our strength up, usin' the solidness of the banisters, what's left of them anyhow, as support. We're a long way from bein' outta danger yet. Still holdin' on tight to each other, we pull ourselves to our feet, and survey the scene in front of us. It's a scene that, if I'm truthful, puts more fear in me than I've felt in a long time, even more than when I was trapped down in them gunpowder works. We're surrounded by flames and heat and smoke. Gotten so bad in the few minutes it took me to reach Stella, that I ain't even able to see the door now. Behind us, there ain't nothin' left but flames and a sorta' skeleton of blackened timbers. The furniture's almost eaten away by fire, and the staircase has got tongues of flame lickin' at the far end of it.

"Stella!" I take hold of her shoulders. "We're gettin' outta here together and that's all there is to it. Can't do this on my own, you hear me?"

She stares at me before noddin', and relief washes through me at the determination which is back where it belongs in her face. "I hear you," she says, even as she's coughin' again. Got to get her out; smoke's a killer, and she's been in here longer than me.

"Reckon you gotta allow me to help you again, huh?" she asks, her voice startin' to crack.

I lift a hand to her cheek, the one the sonofabitch lyin' outside dared to strike, and touch it as gentle as I can. "Reckon so," I say, suppressin' another cough knowin' this is her way of askin' for help without admittin' she needs it. Even half-choked with smoke, she ain't lettin' go of her pride. Can't help but admire her for that, even if it exasperates me too.

I soon got my arm supportin' her, and in turn, she slips hers round me and holds on with a determined grip.

"We're gonna... gonna have to run for it, no stopping till we're outside..." she says, but there's no mistakin' the strength and resolution there as she looks into my eyes. Sends the same right into my heart, and I know we're gonna make it.

But there's one more thing I gotta do first, so lettin' go of her for a moment, I shrug my arms outta my coat, and throw it round her shoulders. Ain't much protection, but it's gonna have to do. Flames are edgin' closer to us, and I'm terrified that it'd only take one lick of them for her dress to catch alight. Least it's a long coat and covers most of it.

"You ready?" Gotta raise my voice now, sound of the flames is increasin', even though it makes me cough again, and she answers me as loud and clear as she can manage.

"Ready!"

She tucks whatever she's holdin', whatever it is she must've came back in for, into a pocket of my coat, before arranging it so it's partly round me as well.

"Big enough for sharin'," she fixes me with a look. "So... so don't you go arguin'."

"Ain't got time for arguin', we gotta move!"

Disregardin' her pride this time, I'm makin' sure she's got most of the coat round her. It's gonna offer little enough protection as it is, and I ain't so worried about myself. Ain't forgotten neither how she left her coat with me down in the gunpowder works against the cold. All I'm doin' is returnin' the favour.

Then, not havin' a second more to spare, with our arms entwined round each other's waists and pressed so close together we can feel the beat of our hearts, we plunge forward through the smoke and heat. Tryin' to ignore the need to cough my lungs up, so it seems, I wrap my arms tighter round Stella, drawin' her closer to me as we're movin', tryin' to keep her face to my chest and pullin' the coat up to protect her head as much as I can. We're holdin' onto each other for dear life. Not gonna let anythin' separate us, certainly not death. Not here, not now. Never.

I keep my head bowed, over the top of hers, movin' almost blindly, kinda' goin' on instinct towards where I know the door oughtta be. Sure seems to be a long way away though. We stumble, almost trippin' over the debris that's fallen, and it seems to be takin' forever and a day to reach the safety of outdoors. Sweat's pourin' down my face. Ain't ever felt heat like this before; even the hottest midday summer sun don't feel like this. This is heat that scorches your very eyeballs, scalds your lungs and feels like sandpaper on your skin. Remember thinkin' not so long ago when I woke up that I might've been called up to Heaven. All I can think now is that this has gotta be like bein' trapped in Hell.

But that's lettin' my fear get the better of me. Neither me nor Stella's gonna be goin' anywhere near Heaven or Hell yet. There's life waitin' for us. We just gotta keep goin'... We gotta.

Can't seem to get enough breath in my lungs though. Feels like my chest is about to explode and my muscles are heavier than lead. Each step takes energy away from me I don't have and I'm startin' to feel the heat of panic now. I risk loosin' one of my arms from round Stella to wave it in front of me, see if I can feel anythin' like the outline of a door... Don't feel nothin' solid though. Nothin' but the near overpowerin' heat. Why ain't we reached the door yet? If we've lost our way inside...

No! We're gonna get out! I force myself to look up, and have to close my eyes almost the same instant. Unless they've played tricks on me though, I saw a gleam of white not far off... Gotta be the door and the snow outside. It's gotta be!

"Almost... Almost there..." I choke, feelin' more heat swallowed into my lungs the moment I open my mouth.

My legs are almost givin' way, when I feel the pressure of Stella's hand against my back. Gives me all I need, and with a last desperate burst of energy, we push onwards and a moment later, our feet take us tumblin' over the threshold and we're feelin' the blessed relief of clean, cold air. We fall forwards and land not in the snow, but into the arms of Don Flack.

"Where the hell have you two been?" he roars, draggin' me to my feet first, terror evident in every syllable. "Turn my back for a minute and you've disappeared! Tell me you had a damn good reason for goin' back in there! Was just about to come runnin' in after you both, cussin' your names to high heaven!"

Gotta take a few good lungfuls of air before I can answer him. Bitin' cold air it is, rough and raw, but it feels like silk in my lungs.

Realise, as I'm thinkin' how I'm gonna placate Don, that I still got a tight grip on Stella; clutchin' her shoulder, to support and reassure myself as much as her. She's bent over, coughin' and gaspin' for breath, not able to find her voice for the moment. So it's down to me to answer a furious Don Flack. Before I do though, he drags both of us off the boardwalk and into the street, away from the fire.

"Had... had to go back," I cough, startin' to recover myself. "Stella..."

Then I stop, feelin' like I'm layin' blame on her, which ain't what I want to do.

"What in hell did you think you were doin' going back in?" he yells in bewilderment at Stella. "Did the small matter of the place collapsin' around your ears in flames escape your notice? Talk to me!"

"Don! Leave her. Now... now ain't the time," I order between gasps for air, though I'm mad with her myself for runnin' back in there.

His eyes are wide and his hands are raised, but then he lets them drop to his side, and a helpless look appears in his face. "Don't know what to say to you," he says, lookin' between the two of us. "Guess I'd better start by askin' if you're both all right."

Ain't so sure of the answer to that question, but I'm gonna give it a try. Soon as I can get my breath anyhow... Got my hands on my thighs, bent double, suckin' in as much air as I can into my lungs in between coughin' the smoke out. Never been so grateful for the sweet mountain air we live in. Stella ain't lookin' so good. She's on her knees, wheezin', leanin' on one hand whilst the other's held to her chest.

"We're... we're alive," I manage to say to Flack.

He raises an eyebrow as he looks first at me then Stella, but he's a little calmer when he speaks. "Through nothin' but sheer luck and overworked guardian angels... Geez, I'm tellin' you, you don't know how thankful I am! Startin' to get a little ridiculous the number of times you've cheated death the last few days. I was thinkin' you'd risked your necks one too many times when I realised you were both still in there. Still don't know what the heck you were thinkin..." Stoppin' suddenly, he pulls his hat off his head, scrubs his hand across his forehead, then jams it back on. "Still, guess it's fair to say neither of you are in a fit state for questionin' right now." Studyin' us, he scoops up a handful of clean snow and holds it out to Stella. "Get some of this in your mouth, ain't got any water to hand, so this is gonna have to do. You both gotta have somethin' to cool your throats with." She takes it from him after a moment and I follow suit, scrapin' up a handful myself and suckin' on it. Ain't never tasted anythin' so refreshin'.

Don's folded his arms across his chest, clearly waitin' for me to say somethin'. Manage to get myself stood up near enough straight, and with enough air in my lungs to be able to speak a coherent sentence, after a final hacking cough.

"Is everyone out and safe?" Lookin' about me, I can see a few groups of townsfolk standin' around gazin' in dismay at the saloon. Few of them have got buckets in their hands, standin' closer to it; seems the scale of the fire and how far it's taken hold is makin' their attempts at extinguishin' it more or less hopeless...

Don nods, sorta' brusquely, in answer to my question. "Yeah, we're all out, everyone accounted for. Surprisingly few injuries. Doc's got a lump on his forehead after bein' hit by a bottle, Hammerback's got a few scrapes which he seems kinda' proud of, and a few more folks are walkin' wounded, but that's it." He shakes his head. "Could've been a lot worse, heck of a lot worse... I'm mighty thankful there weren't no fatalities." He finishes up by givin' me and Stella a pointed look.

"Don, I'll be... be apologisin' to you when we get all this sorted out. Before that, I need you to take... take charge of a few things, if that ain't an unreasonable request."

Sighin' heavily, he shrugs. "It ain't. That's what a Deputy's for, huh? As well as tryin' his best to make sure the Sheriff don't get himself killed near enough on a daily basis, along with the town's Saloon Owner..." Pausin', he bends down and puts a hand on Stella's shoulder. "Stell, talk to me. You all right?"

"Fine... I'm... fine," she coughs, lookin' up at him. "But the saloon ain't."

The sorrow in her voice near enough breaks my heart as her eyes are drawn to her home, and Don catches my eye, a troubled expression on his face. I know we're thinkin' the same thing as Stella turns back to me, confusion in her face now. "Why we wastin' time? Why's everyone standin' around? We oughtta be tryin' to put the fire out..."

Pushin' me aside, she scrambles to her feet and almost topples over. Don and I catch hold of her arms to steady her even as she tries to shake us off.

After glancin' at me again, a fair amount of guilt in his features, Don speaks to her real gently, "Stell, we've been tryin', honest; I had a chain of folks back there with buckets, scoopin' up snow and throwin' it on the flames, but you can see how fast the fire's spread, how much damage has been done."

Eyes wide, starin' at him, she shakes her head in denial. "No... no, there's gotta be somethin' we can do..." She turns to me next. "Mac, tell him; there's still a chance."

Though it hurts me to admit it, I know Don's right; even if we could manage to put the fire out now, there's too much damage been done, wouldn't be nothin' but half a buildin' left at best. Takin' hold of her shoulders, I look straight into her eyes, the hurt in them, real hard to see. "I wish I could tell you somethin' different, Stella," I say, my voice rough, "But you saw how bad it was inside; how much has been destroyed already. I wish there was somethin' more we could do, you don't know how much I wish that, but... but there ain't. I'm sorry."

"No," she whispers, backin' outta my grasp and twistin' round to stare at the saloon again. "No..."

Don clears his throat, his face showin' a whole mix of feelings as his hand rubs across his jaw. "Reckon the best thing you can do is get yourselves indoors and rested."

Expectin' an argument from Stella at that, I'm surprised, and kinda' uneasy when she don't say anythin'; just keeps her gaze fixed on the saloon.

"Reckon you might be right," I tell my deputy, exchangin' another look with him when Stella still don't say a word. She's frozen in place now, her hands clasped in front of her, just starin'. Reckon now she's got safe out here, the truth of the situation's hittin' her, now she's seein' the state of the saloon from the outside. Makes me even more resolved that she ain't stayin' here. Especially if it's to see her home, the place she loves and has lived in for more than half her life, burn down to the ground. 'Cause it's clear it's gonna take more than a miracle to save the Star Saloon. And that hurts me almost as much as it's gonna hurt her. 'Cause it's somethin' of hers, somethin' dear to her. She ain't got no family, no family by blood at least, but she's made this place her home; worked hard for it, built it up to be the finest saloon in the whole state to my reckonin'. I can't bear to see it destroyed, and I can't bear for her to see that either. I gotta look away from it, my eyes burnin'.

"Nothin' more you need to do out here," Don continues, his eyes dartin' to Stella and back to me again. Best thing you can do is get yourself cleaned up and rested." He shoves his hands into his pockets and looks contrite. "Apologies for cussin' at you just then. Weren't a gentlemanly thing to do, guess I was a little upset..."

Though she responds at last, Stella still don't turn round and she's soundin' kinda' dazed as she answers, "Don't care... don't need to rest..." As she breaks off to cough again, I slip my arm round her waist; which don't provoke no reaction from her. She just stands there, starin' as the flames consume more and more of her home. The folks who were standin' near to the saloon have moved back, discardin' their buckets, acceptin' the inevitable.

Don stands with his arms folded across his chest, givin' Stella a considerin' look. "Get yourselves over to the Hammerbacks'," he says finally, turnin' his gaze back to me. "They've gone back to their place to receive any folks in need of a little lookin' after. Go get the smoke outta your chests. Smoke ain't somethin' to be taken lightly... same as ridin' through blizzards and fallin down holes ain't," he continues, with a wry look.

"Took the words right outta my mouth..." I say.

A quick grin quirks his lips. Stella don't react; and the grin fades from Don's face as he looks at her and then at me.

I remove my arm from round her gingerly, ready to stop her if she decides she's gonna run towards the saloon, and ready to catch her if she collapses. There ain't no movement from her though as I adjust my coat round her shoulders. "We'll head over to the Hammerbacks', Stella. You know Don's a man to be trusted to take care of things."

"You know it," the man himself affirms. "Got everythin' under control; all the gang safely locked away, bunch of miserable cowards the lot of 'em, and the Doc's seein' to the sorry sonofabitch you two dragged outta the Saloon. Course, if I'd had my way," he adds with a grunt. "I'd've left him in there..."

"What's done is done," I ain't gonna get in any arguments about that now. "Reckon you can manage out here?" Know full well he can; reckon it's a courtesy to ask that though.

"Sure," he nods. "The Doc and me will come check on you soon as we can."

Then he takes Stella's hand, askin' hesitantly, "Stell, you gonna be all right?"

She don't seem to hear him; she ain't drawn her eyes away from the saloon. And it's a sight to break your heart. The old wooden buildin' that's been at the heart of Hattanville for as long as the town's existed is almost consumed by fire. Sound of crashes and what's gotta be bottles of liquor detonating is all too clear. Despite the sterling efforts of folks, the inferno ain't gettin' any less. If this really is the end of the Star Saloon, then the heart's gonna be torn right outta Hattanville. Gonna be torn right out of Stella and all, 'cause she's put her heart into that place. It ain't just a saloon; it's a place folks go for sharin' stories, company and friendship; for heartsease. It's her home, and a second home for the town that's become her family. It's a place where I not only found my heart again, but where I was content to give it away; to the woman standin' beside me. 'Cause I know there's no safer place for it to be than with Stella.

But as I look at her now, all I can see is her heart bein' demolished, and that's somethin' I gotta stop. Her heart and soul and being are more precious to me than anythin'.

"Stella," I say softly. "Let's get movin'. Mrs Hammerback's gone almost a whole day without lookin' after either one of us..."

My attempt at humour falls down dead. She turns to me, but her face is bereft of any emotion.

"Got no place else to go, have I?" she says tonelessly. It scares me. This ain't like her, and Don and I give each other a worried look. Defeat ain't something I thought I'd ever associate with Stella, she don't let anythin' defeat her; now though... Fair kills me to admit it, but I ain't able to describe the look in her eyes as anythin' but defeat.

"Then that's where we're goin'," I tell her, firmly as I can.

"Take care of each other." Don claps me on the shoulder, gives Stella's hand a final squeeze, which drops back to her side soon as he lets go, and then he strides off towards the crowd. In seconds he's shoutin' out orders, and order's being created. Leaves me able to focus solely on what's most important to me. Stella.

"We're gonna take it real steady. Ain't far to the Hammerbacks'," I slip my arm round her waist again to guide her away from the Saloon, except now she only offers a passive sorta' resistance and don't move her feet. "Reckon both of us have pushed ourselves to our limits, wouldn't you say?"

Can feel her startin' to shiver as she stares blankly at me; her skin's white beneath the smudges of smoke, and her eyes are huge, ringed by shadows.

"Guess you could let me help you out, huh? Just this once?" I try, pullin' her gently in the direction of the Hammerbacks' and this time she manages a response.

"Guess so."

It's still that same flat voice, but at least she takes a step away from the burnin' wreck of the Saloon, and we start to make a haltin' sorta' progress down Main Street, which is made more difficult 'cause Stella don't stop lookin' back over her shoulder.

Without any care for being thought improper, I keep my arm round her, holdin' her as close to me as possible. Can't help but notice how slender she is. Makes the strength and determination she got all the greater. Lookin' at her now though, it's plain she's used up nearly every last bit of it. Each step seems to take more and more effort, and we're gettin' nowhere fast. Weren't far off the truth when I talked about reachin' my limits; after all, it weren't so long ago I was gettin' up outta my sick bed... They ain't quite reached yet, so I'm gonna keep goin'.

"Almost there," I tell her after a few minutes, tryin' to encourage her. "Few more yards."

Still lookin' back at the scene behind us, Stella stumbles and almost falls so I decide to stop for a moment's rest; for both of us. Her whole body's tremblin' now and her breathing's comin' in gasps, so I turn her head towards me, gently as I can, hopin' I can offer her a few words of comfort. "Stella..."

"It's... it's gonna be burned, Mac," she whispers. "Everythin'. All my possessions, my home. Burned to nothin'..."

Sorrow wells up in me at the pain in those few words and the reality that's hittin' her. "But you're still here," I tell her, catchin' hold of her hand. "I count that more important than anythin'."

Shakin' her head, she presses her lips together and a tear slides from the corner of her eye. As I brush it away, my fingers leave a streak across her face, so I pull my handkerchief outta my shirt pocket, bend down, and moisten it in the snow.

"This is gonna feel cold..."

Bein' as tender as I can, I wipe away the smudges from her face; and she just stands there shakin'. Makes me realise it ain't gonna take much for her to lose the battle to keep herself together. Soon as I'm done, I stuff the handkerchief away and wrap my coat more closely round her. Suddenly seems to be way too big for her, and I'm dismayed to see it ain't doin' a thing to stop her shiverin'. So I draw her close to me and get us movin' on.

"Too cold to stand still. We can rest soon as we get inside," I brush some hair outta her face, and I'm relieved when she gives a small nod.

We manage a few more falterin' steps, when frightened shouts and further commotion arises behind us.

Whirling round, clutchin' hold of one another, we can only watch in horror as part of the Saloon roof collapses and comes crashing down. It smashes into the middle of the buildin' and flames shoot into the air with a noise that sounds like some terrible roar of victory. Stella, wrenchin' herself outta my grasp with a wail of agony that cuts me to the bone, runs forward before stoppin' dead. Then she staggers back as if she's been struck again, and I catch her round her waist with both arms.

"It's all right, Stella... It's all right..."

"It ain't all right!" she flares up, her eyes blazin'. "Everyone's given up! There's gotta be somethin' left we can do!" Her reaction startles me; thought she'd started to accept what was happenin', that she weren't gonna be able to save the saloon; but then, acceptin' the loss of your home ain't somethin' straightforward; ain't always possible even.

She twists round and tries to break free, her hands shovin' against my chest, but I hold onto her; tryin' to reason with her in a near impossible situation. "Stella, everyone did what they could, there ain't nothin' left we can do; you know there ain't... I'm sorry, it ain't possible to save it now."

Her eyes are wild with anguish as she tries to tear herself outta my arms, galvanised into life again by the near certain death of her home. "No! I gotta try somethin'!"

"You've done everythin' you can! You did what was more important earlier," I tell her urgently, holdin' onto her as gently as I can. "You got folks outta there, and saved their lives. If you hadn't been the woman you are, swift-thinkin' and with more strength in you than anyone else I know, then we'd have lost nearly half the town. You've done everything you need to and more!" They're words spoken with as much force as I can muster.

"No!" she shouts, pulling forward again against my hold. "It's my home! Let me go!"

She tries to prise my arms away, but I hold on tight as I can without hurtin' her. "You ain't in any state to do anythin'; there ain't anythin' you can do now..."

"There has to be!" she cries, and lunges forward, almost fallin' doubled over my arm. Keep it firmly round her middle though, and pull her back a few steps. "Stella, it's too late, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Sounds kinda' inadequate, sorry; even though there don't seem to be anythin' else to say right now...

She ain't listenin' anyway, and after one last struggle she breaks away, from me with a desperate cry. But the effort seems to take the last of her spirit and she manages only a few steps before fallin' to her knees in the snow, slumped in utter defeat.

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