He mustered all the strength he got, twisting his arm and shrugging off her hand. “Git off me!” he roared.
Diane’s hand fell away.
The cowboy felt very much alert now; his fighter’s instinct was high. He braced himself for a blow. But none came.
He waved the torch on his hand around, his face reddened and distorted with fury. At once, his surrounding became clearer. He gasped with horror.
Time seemed to slow almost to a stop as the cowboy stood, gaping at the scene before him. Diane’s arms were swinging wildly, and below her was a dark hole that he hadn’t notice there before. It was the biggest hole he’d ever seen – as big and as wide as the room they were in a while ago.