When they reached the edge of the nearest settlement, Ragneg cut the ropes. He didn't turn Elian over to the sheriff, whose gallows were often too busy. Instead, he looked at the shivering, exhausted thief and said, "Next time you want to ride, earn the coin to buy the saddle. If I see you near a stable again, I won't be teaching a lesson—I'll be finishing one."
Ragneg followed the trail for three days, moving with a silent, predatory patience. He found Elian camped in the mouth of a crumbling sandstone canyon, the stolen horse tied carelessly to a dead shrub. Elian was hunched over a meager fire, unaware that the shadow of his own greed had finally caught up to him.
Ragneg didn't draw his sword. He stepped into the firelight, his presence heavy enough to make the air go still. Elian scrambled backward, his hand fumbling for a rusted dagger, but Ragneg was faster. With a single, fluid motion, he disarmed the thief and pinned him against the canyon wall.
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Shop SSL CertificatesWhen they reached the edge of the nearest settlement, Ragneg cut the ropes. He didn't turn Elian over to the sheriff, whose gallows were often too busy. Instead, he looked at the shivering, exhausted thief and said, "Next time you want to ride, earn the coin to buy the saddle. If I see you near a stable again, I won't be teaching a lesson—I'll be finishing one."
Ragneg followed the trail for three days, moving with a silent, predatory patience. He found Elian camped in the mouth of a crumbling sandstone canyon, the stolen horse tied carelessly to a dead shrub. Elian was hunched over a meager fire, unaware that the shadow of his own greed had finally caught up to him.
Ragneg didn't draw his sword. He stepped into the firelight, his presence heavy enough to make the air go still. Elian scrambled backward, his hand fumbling for a rusted dagger, but Ragneg was faster. With a single, fluid motion, he disarmed the thief and pinned him against the canyon wall.
