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Black Hills of South Dakota
March 26th 2035
Redhawk tried to sit up and groaned at the effort. A hand pushed him down onto a cold rocky floor of the dark cave that was less uncomfortable than the piercing ache in his head and the jarring pain his left shoulder.
I’ll just stay here, he thought. He passed out again and came to later, though how much later he didn’t know. The last thing he remembered was walking away from the Chariot toward a cave complex he had once explored with his Lakota friend Billy Beckwourth. He was supposed to have met Beckwourth outside the cave entrance. Then his aircraft exploded.
Redhawk opened his eyes. Images swirled. He forced himself to concentrate until they settled down. Peering around, he saw he was in the cave from his youth. A smokeless fire had b
