Showdown at Superstition Mountain
John Malagant rode his pale white horse along the dirt trail leading out of town towards Superstition Mountain with Penny Flame riding her pinto alongside him. The sun was peeking over the horizon, turning the clouds violet with its orange-red brilliance as the desert chill began to give way to the warmth of the new day. They exchanged small talk as she hitched her bags onto her horse, riding bareback as she was taught by the Pima. He had his Colt. 45 on his hip and his Winchester in his saddle holster, having packed up before they made their way to the Salt River Valley.
He continued to admire her on his peripheral vision and could not reconcile how wonderful she was with what was happening here. She was everything he could have ever dreamed of. She was
