Ragneg_-_disciplining_a_horse_thief.mp4 [ PROVEN PACK ]

Ragneg followed the trail for three days, moving with a silent, predatory patience. He found Elian camped in the mouth of a crumbling sandstone canyon, the stolen horse tied carelessly to a dead shrub. Elian was hunched over a meager fire, unaware that the shadow of his own greed had finally caught up to him.

"A horse is more than meat and bone out here," Ragneg’s voice was like grinding stones. "It’s a man’s life. You didn’t just steal a beast; you stole three days of my time and a week of my peace." Ragneg_-_Disciplining_A_Horse_Thief.mp4

Ragneg didn't draw his sword. He stepped into the firelight, his presence heavy enough to make the air go still. Elian scrambled backward, his hand fumbling for a rusted dagger, but Ragneg was faster. With a single, fluid motion, he disarmed the thief and pinned him against the canyon wall. Ragneg followed the trail for three days, moving

When they reached the edge of the nearest settlement, Ragneg cut the ropes. He didn't turn Elian over to the sheriff, whose gallows were often too busy. Instead, he looked at the shivering, exhausted thief and said, "Next time you want to ride, earn the coin to buy the saddle. If I see you near a stable again, I won't be teaching a lesson—I'll be finishing one." "A horse is more than meat and bone

The wind howled across the Red Steppes as Ragneg, a man whose face was a roadmap of scars and sun-hardened leather, tightened the cinch on his remaining mare. Beside him, an empty picket line swayed—the space where his prized stallion, Cinder, should have been. Ragneg didn’t need to see the tracks to know who had taken him. Only one man in the territory was desperate enough to steal from a Black-Sands Tracker: Elian the Rat.