Tex knelt, meeting his eyes. “Hunger doesn’t burn cradles. You chose the wolf’s road. Now walk it to the end.”
Tex smiled coldly. “Those are fair odds.” Tex knelt, meeting his eyes
Tex slid from his saddle, thumbs hooked in his belt. “You forget my Navajo blood, Cuervo. I’ve tracked rattlers meaner than you.” silhouetted against the firelight
At dusk, Tex found the Mesa del Diablo. And waiting for him there, silhouetted against the firelight, were five riders. Tex knelt, meeting his eyes
El Cuervo fled up the mesa.
Tex knelt, meeting his eyes. “Hunger doesn’t burn cradles. You chose the wolf’s road. Now walk it to the end.”
Tex smiled coldly. “Those are fair odds.”
Tex slid from his saddle, thumbs hooked in his belt. “You forget my Navajo blood, Cuervo. I’ve tracked rattlers meaner than you.”
At dusk, Tex found the Mesa del Diablo. And waiting for him there, silhouetted against the firelight, were five riders.
El Cuervo fled up the mesa.