CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The parched, cracked desert was seared by the blazing sun. The only shade for miles was a stand of hecho with arms thrust up, as if to support the sky. Cory, sweat dripping from his face, was standing in what little shade was available while watching Poet, who was swaying in the saddle. Only the ropes tied to his body kept him erect.
"Cory, could you help me down, please? We've been riding two days and two nights, and I can't stand the pain anymore. I have to lie down for a little while, then we can push on."
Hate and disgust were written all over Cory's face. "You weakling, I've ridden hard trying to get you to that railroad spur early so I can go back for the treasure. Sure I'll help you; try this."
He stepped forward, grabbed the main rope holding Poet on the ho
