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

Back in town, the sheriff asked, “What’ll you do now, Tex?” Tex slid from his saddle, thumbs hooked in his belt

The leader laughed — a dry, ugly sound. “Five against one.” “Five against one

“Please,” Cuervo whispered. “My boys are hungry. I did it for them.” Tex knelt, meeting his eyes

Tex swung into the saddle, tipped his hat, and pointed west.

Tex knelt, meeting his eyes. “Hunger doesn’t burn cradles. You chose the wolf’s road. Now walk it to the end.”

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.