An act of mercy.

　　The shadows were long, the sky was smeared with bloody hues, and the sun was about to set behind the canyons, freeing those barren lands of its presence. A presence that had been particularly oppressive that day. 　　In the aftermath of the Redskin attack, the Mexican Springs tenants were working to implement their counteroffensive. 　　Richard Keen was right: the tribe lived in an encampment overlooking the entrance to a large natural cave which they then used as shelter during the

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