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El Cuervo fled up the mesa.

“There’s always another storm on the horizon.” Would you like a PDF-like formatted version of this story, or a continuation of Tex’s adventure? El Cuervo fled up the mesa

What followed was not a gunfight, but a reckoning. Tex moved like canyon wind. His first shot sent a rifle spinning. His second pinned a man’s sombrero to a cactus. By the time the echoes faded, four men lay disarmed or groaning in the dirt. El Cuervo fled up the mesa

The leader laughed — a dry, ugly sound. “Five against one.” El Cuervo fled up the mesa

Tex slid from his saddle, thumbs hooked in his belt. “You forget my Navajo blood, Cuervo. I’ve tracked rattlers meaner than you.”

“Willer,” a voice rasped. “You should’ve stayed in Carson City.”