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Ren felt the intent study of the one who called himself El Sombra. A quick look revealed Mendoza already seemed deep under the influence of the drug and not likely to notice if Ren looked back at the other man, but some caution halted him from trying. A slight dizzy feeling clued Ren in that he might not be completely immune to the sweet smoke after all. Even the herbal antidote to most drugs, which his mother’s Native American partner had devised, might not be completely effective against this alien substance. His traditional protective spell might provide only partial insulation, as well. He immediately quit inhaling. His thoughts turned to the drug’s composition. How could he capture enough to have it analyzed? Although his primary mission was to track where Mendoza obtained the substa