American Indian Weekly Vol. 1, No. 2

In the dead of an Arizona night, a blood‑curdling scream shatters the silence on the isolated Double Cross ranch. Owner Sam Bowser and his wife Sarah awaken to the sound, half‑convinced it’s a desperate cry from a woman in danger, while the surrounding desert seems to swallow any trace of the source. Their ranch hands—tough, weather‑worn cowpunchers—rush to the bunkhouse, rifles in hand, ready to confront whatever lurks in the darkness.

The men’s uneasy banter quickly turns to dread when, instead of a coyote or a simple prank, a pale, floating apparition appears above the cattle corral, its ghostly form illuminated by the moon. As fear tightens its grip, the ranchers are forced to decide whether to chase a possible human tragedy or confront a supernatural presence that defies explanation. The opening sets a tense, atmospheric mystery that promises a night of uneasy alliances and hidden dangers on the open plains.