─I thought you understood the consequences of your bad decision but I guess it's true what they say that there's nothing to change your mind, is there?
Lady Ycan got down from her horse and looked at her with her blue eyes.
─I won't give up without putting up a fight....
Replied the lone rider coolly, drawing his silver weapon.
That dawn would decide the future, between the lone rider and Inferno group. Both groups exchanged gunfire.
─Hey, do you want to meet your maker, rider?
Lady Ycan kept firing, while spouting threatening words at the rider. She was known to have the best aim in all of the United States.
Tas...
Tas... Tas... Tas...
Tas...
─!Aa¡
The rider screamed as he was wounded in the arm, dropping his weapon to the ground. The bullet had pierced the tendons in his right arm.
Two of Ycan's men quickly approached as they took aim at him.
─!Tie him up!
Lady Ycan wickedly ordered tying him up.
Two of Ycan's men approached and tied him up. They soon brought him to his knees, and took everything from him, taking his treasures with them.
─Nobody stands up to me, nor does anyone live to tell the tale, least of all a foreigner like you ─.
Lady Ycan struck the rider in the face who kept his face covered.
─Get it over with gentlemen, I'll take the spoils to JamesTwon. I hope you get rid of this rider at once.
─As you command, Lady Ycan.
─Hey horseman, thank you for giving me the achievement of defeating you.
Lady Ycan said each word haughtily as she took the reins of the rider's cart and held him his horse.
The rider felt as if his heart had been taken from him. His two sons were in the wagon, the most valuable thing he had in his life. Her two sons were her treasures. When they would wake up, she would not be with them.
─You're nothing now ha ha ha ha ha.
The man laughed sarcastically, picking up his gun. Lady Ycan was gone with her two sons.
─Today I will not give them my death.
The horseman kept his face with seriousness, looking at the horizon.
─Wait, that's what I just heard, and if I don't want what Are you going to kill me? How.
All the men laughed and punched him in the face.
At that moment, the rider went into a pause mode, his memories froze him, he would die without doing anything....
The rider took his sadness turning it into strength, standing up forcefully he hit the two men holding him. These two men fled without looking back. They mounted their horses and rode off knowing they were going to die if they did not flee. Soon another of the men grabbed his face holding his rag tearing it. Her face was uncovered as the man held her rag as she fell. Startling those who looked at her and stayed.
It was a woman...she dropped her cloak and hat, unsheathed her sword and placed it at her shoulder level.
Her eyes darkened like the moon itself, with a dark countenance. They all took his sword for being at the same disadvantage, at the edge of the sword it would be decided who would die and who would not.
One of the men threw the first blow with his sword against the rider's back, she responded doubly defending herself by hitting him in the neck one of them, dying instantly.
But the conflict is not over yet, one of the men jumped bravely, hitting him with his sword, but the blow itself made him drop it, she struck without hesitation in a second, she turned around using the blade to defend herself.
The rider fell to the ground, stopping herself with her hand. His gaze did not reflect defeat, another man wanted to take advantage of her fall, bringing the slash of his sword against the ground after a bold move by the rider. He thrust his sword into the man's chest, piercing him, there were still two men left who would not tolerate his defeat and worse against a woman. He turned around, thrusting the sword into the belly of the man who threw the sword against the rider.
There was one left, the man was trembling inside, but the rider was determined not to give victory to his enemy, they stood face to face, the two looked at each other. Until the horseman ran with control ducking his head, while his sword struck against the belly of his enemy.
The latter fell, unable to defend himself he dropped his sword in the air, she let out her tired breath. She looked up, as she held her sword on the ground. Her face stained with blood, she stood up as she saw all her enemies fallen by her hands.
He removed his bloody hat and cloak, raised his serious gaze, looking at the horizon, the wind ruffling his hair, as he pulled his cloak tightly around himself. He turned his face to all sides, seeing the desolate desert, he saw nothing but loneliness. His memories came to mind, his loneliness was everything. Everything he really loved was gone, he had lost it.
The rider took his hat and put it on, mounted s
his horse. "What do I do? My children... What do I do? I must find someone to help me. I can't beat her by myself" He thought.
So he decided to go to a town where mercenaries traveled. She rode to the town of Hoffman, a town known for its strong men for combat, the mercenaries crossed in that town. He rode all morning and afternoon without stopping. He had to get there before his enemy became aware of his sons.
She rode relentlessly to Hoffman, that town would be her new home. She was homesick to see him again.
Dusk was falling on the desperate day of the burning sun. The town with its wooden sign that still held its old welcome letters:
Welcome to Hoffman, town of refuge and peace.
Founded in 1740.
Across the sign was the stone bridge, the entrance to the town. The town had cobblestone streets, beautiful homes. It had already changed a lot since all the towns had been restored. The drought was still there but everything had changed.
Then the rider approached the Royale Ji Hotel in the village. It was the second most important building after the town hall.
Then the rider descended from the horse. His boots echoed as he stepped on the stiff sand that washed the cobblestone streets.
He tied up his horse and headed for the hotel doors. He opened the small doors of the hotel, where the manager was waiting for guests.
He walked on the fine mahogany wood floor, as he walked amidst the tables, all watching him.
He was practically a mysterious stranger in a black cloak. He took a seat on a wooden bench and clasped his hand tightly against the table.
With the typical sound of the classical music of pianist Scott Joplin, he invaded the area, the pianist stopped playing and everyone saw his face when he took off his hat. The pianist continued to play after seeing her.
Inside he knew he had nothing to lose, but he had to try to recover or make the attempt to face Ycan.
Every key of the piano rang through the room, bouncing as the sound boomed, there was no one who wasn't safe from hearing the melody play, when all the sound was at its peak of the peak of the traveler's peace and rest, he was interrupted by the attendant. The attendant saw her eyes, and saw that she was not American.
─Here we don't give drink or food to strangers, especially if they are foreigners.
Replied the manager as he wiped the glass with a rag.
─What do you mean, no?
─As you heard it.
─Just because he wasn't born in America, doesn't mean he's not from here.
Replied the rider, lowering with his hand the thin silk cloth with which he was covering his mouth.
─Perhaps this will remind you, who I am!
Replied the rider raising her hand a little to show her ring with the seal of the King of Orange and another ring of the Joseon dynasty.
The beautiful face of a woman, you could tell just by looking at her eyes. Everyone began to whisper the secret of the face that no one knew for years.
─Excuse me Lady Coraline Von White, I didn't mean to offend you, so the legend is true, you are the Lone Rider.
The attendant apologized as he poured himself a glass of water. It was true that she was not American, but it was the only thing she knew.