Time Traveller
"Nope, never had the chance to," you reply. The sheriff looks at you for a second before pointing at a box on the shelf.
"Well, that there is dynamite. You can throw it, ah reckon."
You nod and stuff your pockets with it, feeling slightly wary about having so much explosive on your person.
"Well, where should we head then, do ye think?" the Sheriff says, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers. "We can either head for the mines, where they might have a hideout, or the canyon. What do ye reckon?"
Which one will you head for?
"Well, that there is dynamite. You can throw it, ah reckon."
You nod and stuff your pockets with it, feeling slightly wary about having so much explosive on your person.
"Well, where should we head then, do ye think?" the Sheriff says, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers. "We can either head for the mines, where they might have a hideout, or the canyon. What do ye reckon?"
Which one will you head for?