White Apache 1: Hangman's Knot

Clay Taggart ran a palm over his right shoulder and wished he was able to understand the Apache. For all he knew they might be discussing how to dispose of him. The pair by the spring hadn’t stopped glaring at him from the moment he’d seen them. He suspected that if he turned his back on them at the wrong time, he’d end up with steel between his shoulders.
Clay glanced at the opening and debated whether to make a run for it. Every moment spend with the Apaches was another moment he cheated d...