"You said it first, Paco," Dylan answered grimly. "My people are very good at killing things we don't understand. But you don't know the half of it. We are absolutely fantastic at exterminating things that scare us."

Dylan looked down into the hole with his eyes slitted in determination, "This goat sucker of yours more than scares me, it terrifies me. It was smart enough to know to strike when I was reloading. It was determined enough to try and kill me instead of just run away. If I have to sacrifice this whole farm to obliterate this monster from the face of the earth, I will."

Dylan looked up from the hole and saw Paco staring incredulously at him. He stood and clapped Paco on the shoulder, suddenly cheerful, "Hey! Enough of that, eh? Why don't you bring me a soda when you come back, something with a little caffeine in it. Make it a diet. And see if you can find a video camera, too. This should be one heck of an explosion."

Without taking his eyes off Dylan, Paco climbed into the cab of the truck and drove back towards the ranch. He returned by supper time with the gasoline, dynamite, blasting caps and wire. Everything but the video camera. Paco was pretty certain he did not want any records of his involvement in this whole mess to be floating around after the fact.

Dylan poured the gasoline down the burrow and had Paco back the truck up as far as the wire would reach. When he stopped, Paco popped open the hood of the truck and waited.