Dust In The Wind

Suddenly the girl pitched sideways and a split
Seconds later the young man heard the distant shot
He dived for some rocks and watched as more bullets hit the girl
The young man looked to her body and as she died
He worked out where the shots were coming from
He knew the death was going to walk on those shooters

Chapter six
There is one thing that a white man should never do
And that is move towards an Apache
Because you will never get there
How do you catch dust in the wind?
The young man saw the way they were coming
By the movement of insects and birds, and he knew where to go

Like the snake he slivered into a dry arroyo
And worked behind the shots in an arc
After a while he saw them, three men
Three white men cladding skins, and they walked confidently towards the girl
The young man knew somewhere behind them another one held the horses
Making four all together

He moved towards that man
The killers could wait
Let them enjoy the hunt before they went under
He found the one by the horses, he was young too
And he died quietly with a surprised indignant look on his face

The young man tied the horses to a tree
They'd come in handy later
Four horses and equipment
By the girl's body, two men knelt beside her while another stood guard
The guard suddenly cried out as his head exploded
In a bubble of pink spray and he fell forward
The other two went to ground and nervously called out to each other

"Do you see the bastard?"
"No, he must be close"
But he wasn't
The sharp sporting rifle will reach a long way in the right hands
The young man took careful aim and the smaller of the two men felt his leg blast away
The bigger, heavier man sank as far into the ground as he could make himself go
But still he could not see where the young man was