suddenly the girl pitched sideways and a split second later the young man heard the distant shot. he dived for some rocks and watched as more bullets hit the girl. the young man looked to her body and as she died
he worked out where the shots were coming from. he knew death was going to walk on those shooters. chapter 6. there is one thing a white man should never do and that is move towards an apache
because you will never get there. how do you catch dust in the wind? the young man saw the way they were coming by the movement of insects and birds and he knew where to go. like the snake he slivered into a dry arroyo and worked behind the shots in an arc. after a while he saw them: three men
three white men cladding skins and they walked confidently towards the girl. the young man knew somewhere behind them another one held the horses
making four all together. he moved towards that man. the killers could wait
let them enjoy the hunt before they went under
he found the one by the horses
he was young too
and he died quietly with a surprised indignant look on his face. the young man tied the horses to a tree
and they'd come in handy later
four horses and equipment. by the girl's body two men knelt beside her while another stood guard. the guard suddenly cried out as his head exploded in a bubble of pink spray and he fell forward. the other two went to ground and nervously called out to each other. do you see the bastard?"