End of an Era

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serrated like steak knives along their rear edges. Long, thin arms dangled in front of its body, the three-fingered hands ending in sickle claws. The animal flexed them in anticipation and I saw that the third finger was opposable to the other two digits. Bobbing and weaving its head, it cut loose a sticky sound like a person trying to kick up phlegm.
    I recognized this creature in an instant:
Troodon
, long hailed as the most intelligent dinosaur, a carnivore armed not only with slashing claws and razor dentition but also with a hunter’s keen senses and — perhaps — with cunning. Although the best troodon skeletons were known from a time 5 million or more years before the end of the age of dinosaurs, fossil troodon teeth were found in beds right up to the close of the Cretaceous. These specimens were on the large side for troodon, but the shape of the skull was unmistakable.
    Klicks had already brought up his elephant gun, its wooden butt resting against his shoulder. I don’t think he intended to fire unless the animal attacked, but he was aiming along the gun’s shaft, finger on the trigger. Suddenly he pitched forward. The gun went off, missing the troodon, the thunderclap of its report startling a flock of golden birds and a smaller number of white-furred pterosaurs into flight. A second troodon had kicked Klicks in the small of his back, its slender claws shredding the khaki material of his long-sleeved shirt. Two more troodons appeared from the brush. Each was hopping rapidly from foot to foot for balance, like shoeless boys on hot pavement. Klicks rolled over, trying madly to reach his gun. A three-clawed foot slammed into his chest, pinning him. The dinosaur let loose a sticky hiss, showering him with reptilian spit.
    I ran toward Klicks and, approaching from the left side, brought my steel-toed boot up and under the creature, kicking it in the center of its yellow gut. I made no dent in the lean, muscular belly, but, much to my surprise, my kick lifted the thing clear off the ground. It must have massed less than thirty kilos and the reduced gravity magnified my strength. Freed, Klicks scrabbled for the gun again, his fingers clawing dirt.
    The recipient of my kick turned on me, moving with surprising agility. I held my arms in front of my body, trying to grab its scrawny throat. Hands shooting forward in a green blur of motion, it seized my wrists with sickle digits. My spine arched back like a limbo dancer’s, trying to avoid the jaws at the end of that dexterous neck. The creature wasn’t built for fighting something more than twice its mass with muscles, such as they were, accustomed to more than double the gravity. I held my own for a good fifteen seconds.
    Still gripping my arms, the troodon crouched low, folding its powerful hind legs beneath it, and kicked off the rich soil. The force of its leap knocked me backward and I hit the ground hard, rocks biting into my spine. Straddling my body, the crazed reptile arched its neck, opened its lipless mouth wide, exposing yellow knife-like teeth, and -
    Kaboom!
    Klicks had found his elephant gun and squeezed off a shot. He’d hit my attacker in the shoulder, sending the beast’s neck and head pinwheeling into the sky. Twin geysers of steaming blood shot from the torso’s severed carotid arteries. No longer balanced, the body tipped forward and the cavity of the open chest, sticky and wet, slammed into my face. Revolted, I rolled away, dirt clinging to the dinosaur blood that covered my face.
    Klicks was taking a bead on another dancing troodon when the remaining two descended on him from opposite sides. One, balancing on its left leg, slashed out with its clawed right foot. The curving digits grasped the gun’s barrel. Using the leverage provided by its long, stiff tail, the dinosaur twisted the rifle free from Klicks’s hands and, with a deliberate movement, tossed it into the brush. In unison, it and its partner jumped on Klicks, pinning him to the

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