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“Why did you come here?” he finally asked, breaking the quiet with a gentle curiosity that surprised even him. His hands wrapped around his coffee mug, seeking its warmth.

She hesitated, her fingers tracing patterns on the table, as if searching for the right words. “I heard stories about you,” she finally confessed, her voice a fragile thread. “They said you were a man who found justice when no one else would.”

Ethan’s gut twisted with the irony. The legend of the Black Vulture, a man who once soared through battles and blood, now reduced to a shadow hiding in solitude. “That was a long time ago,” he replied, his tone tinged with regret.

“But you still have that fire within you,” she insisted, her gaze steady. “I can see it in your eyes.”

He looked away, staring into the depths of his coffee as if the answers might lie within its dark swirls. The fire she spoke of had been buried beneath layers of guilt and memories he had tried to forget. Yet now, faced with her trust, he felt its embers stir.

“People who think they can do whatever they want…they need to learn there’s a reckoning,” she added softly. Her words were like a bell tolling in the distance, awakening a resolve he thought had long since died.

Ethan nodded, acknowledging the truth she spoke. “Then we’ll find your justice,” he promised, the conviction in his voice surprising them both. It wasn’t just a vow to her—it was a vow to the man he once was, the man he might be again.

She offered him a faint smile, a glimpse of hope amidst the ruin. Her fate had brought her to his doorstep, and he could no longer ignore the call to action. The world they both knew was unforgiving, but together, they might carve out a space of mercy and retribution.

As the sun dipped beyond the horizon, casting the plains in hues of gold and crimson, Ethan knew their journey together was only beginning. The path ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but it was a path he was finally ready to walk once more.

In that moment, the rancher and the girl forged a silent pact—a promise to confront the shadows of the past and illuminate a future of justice and redemption. Together, they would face whatever came, bound by a shared purpose and the unyielding spirit to survive.

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