Imaginary Nevada: March 4, 1920

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After finding a low mesa on which to get a better view of the land, Brady unsaddled his exhausted mount and wiped him down. In the distance he could see the movement of more large beasts, while overhead giant winged creatures that resembled disjointed bats, glided along, casting shadows across the desert-scape.

Brady could see his horses’ tracks from the mad scramble made from the night before. He also saw the chewed up dirt that accompanied the smaller hoof prints.

Soon the sun was fully up in the morning skies and by this time he had devised a plan; back track to the point where his trail began and the beasts had initiated their chase. He hoped that by doing this, he’d find an answer or two about what had happened to cause the shift in time.

Brady knelt at the edge of the mesa and watched as giant lizard-like creatures moved from north to south. None of them had the shape of the things that nearly ran him and his horse to the ground though.

By noon, Brady lead his now-saddled horse from the mesa and onto the lower surface of sand and rock. After double checking the cinch, he mounted and began riding slowly back along his previous trail.

He found where he and his mount fell, and where the beasts had uprooted several small trees and bushes in their attempt to catch them. Finally he saw two pilings that seemed familiar.

Staying to the shadows of a nearby hill and using trees for cover, Brady skirted the area until he felt it was safe enough to move out into the open and investigate the large rock formations. It was here that his tracks ended – or perhaps began.

At first the horse refused to move forward, which made Brady believe that the unknown beasts which attacked them the night before were nearby. However, he soon discovered the problem; at a certain angle, the space between the rocks shimmered as if it were a body of water.

Still his horse would not budge, so he dismounted and holding tight to the animal’s reins, he led it towards the shimmering. As he started to reach his hand through, a large crashing sound came thundering from behind and his horse, in a panic, bolted forward and through the glistening space.

Brady had but a second to see the three brutes, who had been stalking the pair, as they raced over the open ground towards them. But they suddenly disappeared as his horse dragged him through the portal.

The pair came to a crashing stop as the horse tripped violently over a stony outcropping of rock with Brady being dragged over the same. It would take a few minutes for both to recover and for Brady to realize the outcropping was the fossilized remains of whatever had nearly killed them.