The girl came riding into Blackwater at full speed.

Her horse was covered in sweat, and her white dress was torn and stained with dust. She barely managed to stay in the saddle before jumping down in front of the saloon.

A rugged cowboy named Jack Mercer stepped outside.

“Please!” she gasped. “They’re coming for me!”

Jack looked toward the empty road.

“Who?”

The girl turned around.

Far beyond the town, a cloud of dust was rising.

“Everyone in that town.”

Jack stared at her.

“What did you do?”

The girl swallowed hard.

“I survived.”

Moments later, the sound of horses thundered across the valley. Jack reached for his revolver as several riders appeared on the ridge.

Then the first rider moved closer.

Jack recognized him.

It was the sheriff.

The girl grabbed Jack’s arm and whispered, “He knows what I saw.”

Jack looked at the sheriff.

Then he realized this wasn’t a rescue.

It was a hunt.

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