He bound Cuervo’s hands and led him down the mountain. Behind them, the mesa stood silent — keeper of old secrets and new justice.
He was tracking a ghost: El Cuervo, a renegade who had burned three homesteads and left a trail of crosses instead of graves. He bound Cuervo’s hands and led him down the mountain
Tex smiled coldly. “Those are fair odds.” tipped his hat
Tex swung into the saddle, tipped his hat, and pointed west. and pointed west. Back in town
Back in town, the sheriff asked, “What’ll you do now, Tex?”
Tex followed. Not with hate — with patience. At the summit, under a bone-white moon, he found the outlaw trembling beside a crevice.