Alkali Dust w/ Direct link technology(A Classic Western Story)

I struck a light. Poor fellow! His hip undoubtedly was broken. It lay stretched away from his body, and he was on his back. A leg of his trousers had been tom away and the limb lay exposed. His track, made in crawling through the dust, stood out clearly and stretched away beyond the circling glow of light. Almost instantly the match failed, and I struck another.