Chapter 2: Three Hundred Riders
Corvin woke before dawn.
Not because of a sound.
Because of the silence.
The kind of silence that came before something broke.
He sat up on his bed and reached for the rifle beside him.
The cabin was dark.
Cold.
Across the room, Aiyana was awake.
She sat near the window, staring outside.
“You knew,” Corvin whispered.
She did not turn around.
“I felt them before you did.””
Corvin walked closer.
“How many?””
Aiyana remained still.
“Too many.””
The answer bothered him.
“How many is too many?””
She finally looked at him.
“More than you can fight.””
Corvin looked toward the window.
He had spent his entire life learning one rule.
Never underestimate the land.
And never underestimate the people who lived on it.
He grabbed his coat and stepped outside.
The horses were already awake.
Their bodies tense.
Their eyes fixed toward the hills.
Then he saw them.
Riders.
Everywhere.
The first group appeared on the eastern ridge.
Then another from the north.
Then another from the west.
Within minutes, the empty valley became a circle of moving shadows.
Corvin slowly lowered his rifle.
There were hundreds.
Aiyana walked out behind him.
The moment the riders saw her, the entire formation changed.
Horses moved forward.
Weapons lifted.
A wave of anger traveled through the valley.
Corvin tightened his grip.
“Aiyana…”
“They think you captured me.””
“I didn’t.””
“I know.””
A rider moved forward from the group.
He was older than the others, with gray hair tied behind his head and a face marked by years of survival.
His horse stopped several yards away.
His eyes locked on Corvin.
Then on Aiyana.
Then back to Corvin.
“You are the man who found her?””
Corvin nodded.
“Yes.””
The warrior’s voice was cold.
“What did you do?””
Corvin felt the accusation in those words.
“I gave her water.””
A murmur spread through the riders.
The older man looked confused.
“Water?””
“Yes.””
“You touched her?””
“No.””
“You entered her space?””
“No.””
The warrior studied him carefully.
“Then why is she alive?””
Corvin frowned.
“What kind of question is that?””
Aiyana stepped forward.
“Because he chose mercy.””
The valley became silent.
The older warrior looked at her.
“You speak for him?””
“I speak the truth.””
The man’s expression changed.
But the anger did not disappear.
He turned back to Corvin.
“My daughter disappeared yesterday.””
Corvin froze.
Daughter?
Aiyana’s eyes lowered.
“She was searching for me.””
The older warrior continued.
“She was injured. Alone. And everyone who found her before this man would have seen an Apache woman first.””
His voice became heavier.
“Not a human being.””
Corvin looked at Aiyana.
She looked away.
The older warrior studied him.
“You gave her water when you had every reason to fear her.””
Corvin said nothing.
The man looked toward the three hundred riders behind him.
Then back at Corvin.
“My name is Chief Nantan.””
The name carried weight.
Even Corvin had heard it.
A respected Apache leader whose name was spoken across the territory.
But what happened next was not what Corvin expected.
Chief Nantan lowered his weapon.
Slowly.
The riders behind him followed.
“We came prepared for war.””
The words hung in the air.
Corvin remained still.
“But we found something else.””
Aiyana looked at her father.
Nantan’s expression softened slightly.
“You saved my daughter.””
The tension in the valley shifted.
For the first time, Corvin believed he might survive the morning.
Then one of the younger warriors shouted from the ridge.
“Chief!””
Everyone turned.
The warrior pointed toward the southern trail.
A lone rider was approaching.
Fast.
Too fast.
Nantan’s face changed the moment he saw him.
“What is it?””
The young warrior stopped near the group, breathing heavily.
“Tracks.””
“Whose tracks?””
The warrior looked at Aiyana.
Then at Corvin.
“Not ours.””
The valley went silent again.
Corvin felt every person around him become tense.
Nantan stepped forward.
“Tell me.””
The warrior swallowed.
“There are more men coming.””
Aiyana’s face turned pale.
“How many?””
The rider looked toward the distant trail.
“Enough to kill everyone here.””
And then Corvin noticed something that made his blood run cold.
The approaching riders were not carrying Apache weapons.
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They were carrying army rifles.
And they were heading directly toward his ranch.
