ALESSANDRO The ground shook beneath the pounding of hundreds of hooves, the thunder of them rolling across the hot desert toward the south . Dust rose in thick clouds, stinging my eyes and coating my tongue. Almost as one, the cavalcade curved and slowed, then came to a rolling halt.“The Rio.”I turned to my men, my blue eyes blazing. “We can’t stop now, we’ve lost too much time as it is.”My second in command and I rode at the front of the fifty-man posse, flanked by my beta. We made an imposing, fearsome sight. We were all dressed the same in dusty leather chaps, worn boots, sweat-soaked cotton shirts, bandannas knotted tight at our throats, battered Stetsons pulled low. Every one of us carried hardware, and plenty of it. Rifles rested in scabbards. Six-shooters were strapped to our thighs. My beta wore a bowie knife at his hip, and Storm carried one as well.But it wasn’t just our numbers or the sheer amount of firepower that made us frightening. It was the aura around us, the po
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