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He had raced ahead of the beasts throughout the night and his pony was nearly played out, but Brady knew that if they stopped or the animal faltered, it would mean death for both. They had either ambushed Brady or Brady had accidentally found a hidden lair.
Having no time to find out, he turned and urged his mount to run as fast as it could. Not even his Colt could bring down one of the gargantuans. Over the course of several hours, he heard the growls, the pounding, and the heated breathing of the leathery beasts as they continued to pursue him across the open Nevada desert.
Only once did he and his horse fall, rolling down a slight embankment that both knew should not be there. The horse sprang to it its feet and continued with Brady hanging on to the saddle horn for dear life.
Ahead of them, sunlight finally broke the ridge of mountains. It burst the crisp morning air with a silvery haze that caused shadows to lengthen and time to shorten.
With the light came an odd silence. No longer were the large beasts giving chase, no longer could Brady hear their guttural threats, their bodies as they crashed through the pine nut trees and sage, over the rocks and sand.
With a start Brady suddenly realized that he was no longer in the Nevada he knew. He had entered another reality. But when?
He had never seen such large reptiles before, save for their bones in a museum. Now he had to back trail his movements. Find where he’d slipped through time and see if he could return or learn if he was stuck in a bygone era that was not his own.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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