• Written By: Mackenzie/Smith

The young man by now was astride a horse and making for a Yavapai stronghold, half a day's ride away.
He had more guns and horses than he needed and he knew where two white men were sitting in the desert with no water and no horses.
White men dressed as Yavapai Apaches.

The white men would be calling for their mothers and their God by evening.
The young man would be drunk on tiswin and full of deer meat. And satisfied by their agony.