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You hear a thump. Then with a yelp of pain the animal swerves. //Thump. Thump.// It rolls over—dead. Three sharp rocks lie next to its body. Several pale-skinned, bearded men emerge from the woods. They are stockily built and have heavy bony brows like the boy in the cave. You realize they are Neanderthals, a variant of your own species that coexisted with our ancestors fro hundred and thousands of years. The gather around you, talking in a primitive tongue. You strain to catch the meaning of their strange words. One of them smiles and pats you on the back. The men lead you back to their camp near the river. A flattened, gravelly area, protected by a huge overhanging rock, it strikes you as a poor shelter against winter storms, much less a flood. There are about twelve people in the camp, including a baby. They greet you with friendly curiosity. A woman gives you a crude bowl filled with berries, which you eat with gusto. Turn to page 89.