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The moon above the canyon was a thin silver blade, and beneath it the cowboy spoke words he thought were meant for one pair of

Cole Avery expected dawn to taste like coffee and dust—nothing more. Instead it tasted like river-water and shouting. He was halfway to the stock-tank when

Ethan Cole’s voice gave out somewhere between the second canyon and the third, but he kept calling anyway—cupping hands to mouth, shouting until the sky

Amos Thorne had lived alone so long the walls had begun to answer him back. Three winters without Abigail had turned his voice rusty, his

The cantina floor was still warm with blood when Don Clemente hauled Elena across the threshold into the white glare of San Jerónimo. Gun-smoke drifted

Ethan Barringer scrubbed the cabin porch for the sixth time, chasing dust that had blown in from every direction of empty New Mexico. For ten

Jonas Hail had lived alone so long the cabin had begun to echo his footsteps back at him. Red Bluff was hard country—sun-scorched, wind-scoured, a

Thomas Hail rode the boundary fence because the land talked if you listened—creak of wire, rustle of dry grass, the way dust lifted when wind

The Kansas sun had no mercy that morning. It pressed down on the prairie like a hot iron, turning the grass to wire and the

The lamp inside Eli’s cabin burned low, a single yellow eye against the prairie dark. Leia sat on the blanket he had spread for her