[ McCree still can't believe the Reclaimers figured this all out, but here they are releasing everything before it all snaps and makes the situation worse. It's pretty amazing detective work, and probably due to a bit of luck as well.

He moves to burn the last few strands he can see, holding the lighter steady until it catches the flame and he clicks the lighter shut, pocketing it. ]

That should be it, unless there's a bit still hiding out somewhere.

[ But already the ground is rumbling beneath their feet. He dodges the snapping yarn and pushes his hat tighter onto his head. ]

Think that's our sign to get the hell out of Dodge.