She’d tracked them, the bandits, for the better part of a day and a half. It had been easy enough until their tracks had veered off into a tight box canyon down a spur trail. But Rose was undeterred. She had no problem with petty theft, especially against the mining or train company— 2/

they deserved it for all their underhanded tactics— but to steal from the good people of her town? That was something she could not abide. Dropping down into the sand, Rose paused, trying to listen for any noise of the three outlaws. She didn’t even hear him behind her, didn’t notice, 3/