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A Texas Lawman, with the help of the spirit of his Native American ancestor, solves a century old crime and prevents a similar crime from occurring again.
The whole mesa shook and a large boulder rolled down the side of the hill, revealing a gaping hole. A bare-chested giant, head shaved except for a scalplock, walked out of the cave carrying a young, beautiful brown-skinned, raven-haired girl in his arms. Walking beside the giant was a lovely Indian woman with long silky black hair. The giant's face was filled with pain, and the woman was crying. The young girl turned very pale and appeared to be dead. The giant gently laid the girl down at his feet, and she and woman disappeared in a vapor. He then straightened up and looked directly at Stretch, and when he raised his arms, the beautiful young girl was again in his arms. No, it was not the same girl! It was a young girl with light tan skin and long brown hair. Stretch's heart almost stopped beating. It was Katrina! Tears were trickling from her closed eyes. When the Indian lay Katrina at his feet, she opened her eyes and looked at Stretch with fear. She slowly disappeared from the scene and his eyes focused once more on the Indian. The giant raised his arms and his huge hands pointed directly at Stetch, palms facing up. Seven round holes appeared in his chest, spurting blood. From out of nowhere, two Indian tomahawks came swishing through the sky, the sunlight glinting off the razor sharp edges. They severed the hands off at the wrists and the hands disappeared into the clouds. Blood spurted from the severed wrists toward Stretch's face, and covered his body. The giant screamed in anguish as his skin turned to leather and adhered to his skull and bones.
Stretch bolted out of bed, awakened by his own screaming, his body drenched in sweat.