PART 2 OF 14
THE RIDER FROM THE WEST
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
Strange how disappointing a simple answer could sound.
No prophecy.
No destiny.
She had been dying of thirst.
He had water.
That was all.
Then a rider came racing hard from the west.
He was one of Naiche’s scouts. The man spoke rapidly, and Naiche’s face darkened.
Corvin understood none of the words.
Ayanna translated.
“San Mateo meeting delayed.”
“Why?”
“Two ranchers did not arrive.”
“Which ones?”
“Barrett.”
“Doyle.”