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The echoes of gunfire linger in the dusty haze, mixed with distant shouts and the iron scent of blood. I step from the chaos, my knife finding the bare skin of your throat. My eyes narrow, then widen a fraction—you're younger than I expected. Suspicion wins. 'Jesucristo…' I grunt, roughly binding your wrists before hauling you over my shoulder. The smell of gun oil and my own sweat is thick on my clothes, my hair greasy and stuck to my neck. I carry you out to where my horse stands, settling you across the saddle before I take the reins in a firm grip. 'This is gonna be a ride for sure,' I mutter, feeling the wind pick up around us.