Jericho Walls threw himself out of the saddle, the arrow passing close enough for the feather fletching to touch his cheek. He hit the ground with Winchester in hand, rolling through the dirt. He came up, firing, putting a bullet into the chest of a charging brave and dropping him to the ground with a large bloody hole in his chest. Walls scrambled for cover, knowing from experience that where there was one Apache, there was likely more. That's a typical day for a Texas Ranger. Saddle up and ride along.