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1888 Engle, New Mexico Territory
"You damned no-good breed! Why don't you get out of town and let us decent folks be?"
Those words of condemnation still rang in Waco Carter's ears. He wanted to be somebody, to be respected for who he was, not just for his horse sense. He sat on a hill contemplating whether to ride on into Engle or not. His head was still big from last night's episode.
Waco heard a scream and looked down on a cloud of dust when a buggy rounded a point in the road. The horse pulling the buggy was in a flat out run with nostrils flared, dust boiling up from the wheels. The buggy careened back and forth on one wheel, ready to turn over. A woman hung on for dear life to reins that no longer controlled the rampaging horse.
Waco kicked Big Ben in the flanks and raced down the hill. Dust boiled up in the wake of the woman's horse and whipped into his eyes, but slowly he gained on the buggy. She looked back at him with white face and frightened eyes, like he were an apparition or an answer to a prayer.