Twisted Wind

“Are you not El Primero Sabe?” Paco asked, and William shook his head. Hiding behind a full tinted hair and skin and beard to cover the scars, he denied any special abilities. Had he any, he would have known to never rob that last stage. If he survived Ollie’s torture long enough, he’d hang. One woman, beautiful, cold and unforgiving, could save him if she didn’t kill him herself. She’d sworn she’d see him hang, not that William blamed her after what he’d done.