Cowgirls Vs. Pterodactyls Review

: The schoolteacher-turned-leader whose only weapon at first was a bag of pterodactyl eggs she hoped to trade for her husband.

The plan to trade the eggs went south almost immediately. The pterodactyls weren't interested in a fair swap—they wanted dinner. As the creatures dove from the sun, screeching like rusted hinges, the cowgirls held their ground. Bunny Parker found her old rhythm, her Colt .45s barking as she picked the monsters out of the sky with surprising precision . Cowgirls vs. Pterodactyls

In the chaos of the cave complex, the women used a convenient box of dynamite to even the odds. Between the black powder explosions and the grit of four women who had nothing left to lose, the "winged devils" finally met a predator they couldn't swoop down on. : The schoolteacher-turned-leader whose only weapon at first

The dust of the Texas panhandle was thick enough to chew when the first shadow crossed the sun. In 1864, the town of Kirksey was already a hard place to live, but things took a prehistoric turn when schoolteacher Rebecca Crawford watched her husband, Robert, get snatched right off their porch by a "winged devil" with a thirty-foot wingspan. As the creatures dove from the sun, screeching