Tex knelt, meeting his eyes. “Hunger doesn’t burn cradles. You chose the wolf’s road. Now walk it to the end.”
El Cuervo fled up the mesa.
Tex followed. Not with hate — with patience. At the summit, under a bone-white moon, he found the outlaw trembling beside a crevice. Tex knelt, meeting his eyes
Tex smiled coldly. “Those are fair odds.” under a bone-white moon
Tex slid from his saddle, thumbs hooked in his belt. “You forget my Navajo blood, Cuervo. I’ve tracked rattlers meaner than you.” Tex knelt, meeting his eyes