Man with No Name- Dynamite Prison Break

Sancho sat up sharply, gaping at the silhouette of a man’s head outside. A hand moved to the lips in a gesture of silence, then stabbed urgently toward Sancho’s bunk. The bandit sat, open-mouthed and uncomprehending. The hand vanished, then reappeared, reaching through the bars to set a small cylindrical object against the iron frame.

Sancho still didn’t understand. Then the hand took a lighted cigar from an invisible mouth and held it to the object. Sparks suddenly flew as a fuse sputtered to life. Sancho yelled, “Dynamite!” and dived for the farthest corner of his cell, dragging mattress and blankets over himself for a shield.

The night exploded in a blast of flame and fury, driving the breath from Sancho’s lungs. But otherwise he was unharmed. He scrambled up, gasping, and saw a great gaping hole where the front of his cell had been. Down below, a stranger wearing a brown poncho sat on a saddled horse, holding the reins of another. The stranger gestured impatiently. Sancho hit the ground running and vaulted into the waiting saddle.

“Come on,” the stranger barked. “You don’t want to keep Indio waiting.”

- For a Few Dollars More, chapter 10