The First Gunshot Came From The Western Ridge, And A Rider Dropped From His Saddle Before Anyone In The Valley Understood They Were Under Attack. Torches Appeared Seconds Later, Racing Through The Darkness Toward The Sleeping Camp, And Silas Hrix Realized With Sudden Clarity That The Men Coming Through The Smoke Had Not Ridden There For Horses Or Cattle—They Had Come To Erase Everything.