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COPYRIGHT 2004 Las Vegas Review-Journal
BYLINE: DOUG ELFMAN, REVIEW-JOURNAL
I'm an American cowboy in the desert. It's sandy, and the sun is so bright I can't see 10 feet past my nose. Spaghetti western music gallops into my ears. I'm getting ready to kill 481 enemies.
That's the number of people I kill -- 277 of them with headshots -- so says the statistics page that comes at the end of "Red Dead Revolver." But those 481 guys and gals are genuine bad guys.
It's my purpose to shoot ruffians in...
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