The Devil's Badland: the Loner
“His keen brain understood instantly what was going on. Devil Dave Whitfield, or at least, some of his men, had returned to the MacTavish ranch with the intention of blowing the dugout to kingdom come.
The Colt in Conrad’s hand leveled and fired in the blink of an eye, as the man with the dynamite drew back his arm to hurl the explosive at the dugout. The man yelled in pain and stiffened in the saddle.
“Throw it!” one of the other men yelled. “Throw it, you damned fool!”
Instead, the dynamite slipped from the wounded man’s hand and fell to the ground at his horse’s feet. Conrad hoped the mud would put out the fuse, but it continued spitting sparks as it burned.
The men stampeded, mud flying under the hooves of their horses as they tried to put as much distance as they could between themselves and the dynamite.
The wounded man had the presence of mind to try to get away, too, but he was too late. With a booming crack and a blinding flash, the dynamite went off. The explosion sent man an...d horse flying through the air.MoreLess
The Colt in Conrad’s hand leveled and fired in the blink of an eye, as the man with the dynamite drew back his arm to hurl the explosive at the dugout. The man yelled in pain and stiffened in the saddle.
“Throw it!” one of the other men yelled. “Throw it, you damned fool!”
Instead, the dynamite slipped from the wounded man’s hand and fell to the ground at his horse’s feet. Conrad hoped the mud would put out the fuse, but it continued spitting sparks as it burned.
The men stampeded, mud flying under the hooves of their horses as they tried to put as much distance as they could between themselves and the dynamite.
The wounded man had the presence of mind to try to get away, too, but he was too late. With a booming crack and a blinding flash, the dynamite went off. The explosion sent man an...d horse flying through the air.MoreLess
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