En Tierras Salvajes 〈EXTENDED · Pack〉

Elías drew his revolver. The metal felt cold and childish. He pushed the cabin door open with his shoulder.

The creature froze. For the first time, something like fear flickered in its borrowed eyes. En Tierras Salvajes

He adjusted the strap of his worn leather satchel, the one that still held his brother’s compass. The needle no longer pointed north. Here, deep in the savage lands beyond the Sierra de los Muertos, it spun in lazy, useless circles, pointing only to the tremble in Elías’s hand. Elías drew his revolver

For three weeks, he had followed the old signs. The notches on the ironwood trees, the piles of white stones that his brother, Mateo, had called apachetas . The final one sat at the lip of a canyon that wasn’t on any map. Below, a river of black sand snaked between cliffs of crimson rock. And in the middle of that river stood the wreck of the Esperanza , his brother’s airship. Its silk envelope was torn to ribbons, its aluminum frame twisted like a dying animal’s ribs. The creature froze