Tex followed. Not with hate — with patience. At the summit, under a bone-white moon, he found the outlaw trembling beside a crevice.
At dusk, Tex found the Mesa del Diablo. And waiting for him there, silhouetted against the firelight, were five riders.
He was tracking a ghost: El Cuervo, a renegade who had burned three homesteads and left a trail of crosses instead of graves.
Tex swung into the saddle, tipped his hat, and pointed west.
Tex smiled coldly. “Those are fair odds.”
“Willer,” a voice rasped. “You should’ve stayed in Carson City.”
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Tex followed. Not with hate — with patience. At the summit, under a bone-white moon, he found the outlaw trembling beside a crevice.
At dusk, Tex found the Mesa del Diablo. And waiting for him there, silhouetted against the firelight, were five riders. Tex followed
He was tracking a ghost: El Cuervo, a renegade who had burned three homesteads and left a trail of crosses instead of graves. under a bone-white moon
Tex swung into the saddle, tipped his hat, and pointed west. silhouetted against the firelight
Tex smiled coldly. “Those are fair odds.”
“Willer,” a voice rasped. “You should’ve stayed in Carson City.”