Chapter 5

The first sound of hoofbeats echoed from afar, like thunder rolling across the mist-covered plains. Jonas jolted upright, instinctively reaching for the old rifle hanging on the wall. On the bamboo bed, Ayoka's eyes flew open in panic. She whispered something in her native tongue, her voice trembling. Jonas could not understand the words, but the fear in her eyes said everything.In no time, the distant rumble became a storm. The earth shook in waves, red dust curling into a haze on the horizon. And then the horses appeared: dozens of Apache warriors charging forward, forming a half-moon around the battered shack. Spears held high, bows drawn tight, the morning firelight flickering across their faces painted in cold, warlike patterns.Jonas stepped to the door, rifle in hand, though he knew full well he was nothing against this force. His heart pounded, sweat beaded at the back of his neck, but he stood firm, his lean frame facing down the tightening circle.From among the warriors, an old chief urged his horse forward. His silver hair danced in the wind, a deer-skinned cloak draped across his shoulders. His deep black eyes locked onto Jonas, cold as a blade."Jonas Hail," he said, voice rough and low, each word landing heavy as stone. "You have touched the blood of our people. The council of elders calls for you. Come now."Jonas tightened his grip on the rifle, ready to speak, to explain. But then he looked back. In the narrow doorway, Ayoka had propped herself up on one arm. Her face was pale, her eyes pleading. She shook her head slowly, her lips quivering as she whispered a single word in English:"Go."He faltered. In that moment, Jonas understood: if he stayed, blood would be spilled, and the woman he had saved the night before would be the first to see it.With a heavy breath, Jonas lowered the rifle. He raised both hands in the air, a gesture of surrender, but his gaze remained steady.The old chief nodded. Two warriors rode forward, swinging ropes to bind Jonas's wrists. The horses turned, kicking up clouds of red dust. They took Jonas away, leaving behind the crumbling shack and the fragile woman sitting by the early morning fire.

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