Kick the dynamite away

With quick reflexes, Texas kicked the dynamite from Scratch's hands, sending it flying into the wall of the trench, where it exploded instantly on impact. With a ground shaking kaboom, Texas was flung from the ditch, hitting a fortunately soft patch of earth as she landed back in the garden.

Head spinning, ears ringing, Texas struggled to gather her thoughts. Casting a sideways glance, she saw Scratch sprawled out not far away, the hyena out cold from the blast, her proximity to the explosion having meant it hit her far harder. With one hyena down, Texas struggled in the soft, grit like mud, rolling onto all fours before her eyes widened with fear. This wasn't mud at all, it was cement; wet cement that now coated most of the sheriff, and Texas could already feel it starting to set.

"Aww, you ruined the concrete." Spots cackled as she brought her steamroller around, lining it up with the wide pool of cement Texas was stuck in. "I guess I'll need to flatten that back out again." With a cruel cackle, Sniff thrust the drive lever forward, engaging an admittedly slow full speed, and starting to ponderously 'speed' toward the sheriff.

Texas tried to stand, but the heavy concrete made getting to her feet difficult. She stumbled and tripped, landing face down in the wet concrete as the steamroller loomed ever closer. She tried to stand again, but now panic filled her, and her haste to escape caused her to fall again. Unable to stand, Texas needed another way to escape, the chugging of the engine and laughter of her nemesis now loud enough to inform her that she didn't have time to waste.