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| A Park Service Ranger in a green cap strides up to the young woman, who has her skirt hitched up to her knees in a gesture of distress. She is beset by hissing which sounds quite close, though its source is invisible. |
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| "You've wandered into a nest of horned vipers, ma'am," the Ranger informs her. Without another word he lifts her to his shoulders and carries her to a rock about fifty feet away. He deposits her there. "Wait here while I get my supplies." |
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| He disappears behind some feature of the landscape, returning in less than a minute carrying what could be an exterminator's tank and nozzle, or even a small flamethrower. "Fortunately we'll soon be rid of these little pests." |
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