At dusk, Tex found the Mesa del Diablo. And waiting for him there, silhouetted against the firelight, were five riders.
He was tracking a ghost: El Cuervo, a renegade who had burned three homesteads and left a trail of crosses instead of graves. At dusk, Tex found the Mesa del Diablo
“Please,” Cuervo whispered. “My boys are hungry. I did it for them.” silhouetted against the firelight
Tex swung into the saddle, tipped his hat, and pointed west. tipped his hat
Tex followed. Not with hate — with patience. At the summit, under a bone-white moon, he found the outlaw trembling beside a crevice.