Episode 03 - Ghost-Eye

Sai looked to his horse as he left the bar, intending to call Raidon, swing up and not stop riding until the town was out of memory. But Raidon didn't bob his head in greeting; he wasn't there at all.

Smiling, Coyote came up behind Sai and drawled, "Yer horse is in good hands, so don't you worry 'bout that."

Sai snapped around, tilting his head to look into Coyote's eyes. He said, "If you've hurt Raidon--"

Coyote's rifle barrel, pressing into his stomach, cut him short. "You kin talk all you like, just so long as you walk down this street while yer doin' it," growled Coyote.

Sai shut his mouth and turned, breathing deep. His hands, sticky with his own blood, shook as he walked. He struggled against an urge to break the old man's fingers against that rifle. But he'd seen Coyote's kind before; hard and confident. Even if he got the upper hand, the old man would be silent just to spite him.

Staying on the walkboards, overhangs sheltering them from the sun, Coyote used his rifle to point out which streets to take. Sai hadn't really looked at these mining towns before; never having stayed in one long enough for it to matter. But now Coyote had his horse and Coyote wasn't the sort who dealt a fair hand.