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"I killed Titan men," Jack said. "Your life is the one you kept running with." The young man studied him. "I am Red Feather." Jack lowered the Winchester. "Jack Walker." Red Feather's eyes touched the heavy sacks on the horses, then moved away. He did not ask. That made him wiser than most white men Jack knew. "There is water ahead," Red Feather said, pointing west toward a dark line nearly lost in the heat. "There are bounty hunters too. Four. Maybe five. They wait on the trade road." Jack looked toward the dark line. "How do you know they wait for me?" Red Feather pointed to the dead rider's iron tag. "They wear this." Jack looked at the black T. His first gold had not yet been melted into bars, and his enemies had already smelled it.