Trails the Space Cowboys Follow
Prologue
In the darkness of space, a desperate battle was brewing. The outlaw and the law were in battle against one another again; and the law was losing. The Star Sheriffs, Cavalry Command's pride and joy, were grossly outnumbered.
"Saber! We've got to pull back! They'll have us cornered if we don't pull out now!" Colt shouted, as he struggled to avoid a barrage of laserfire from the outlaw ships.
"I know, Colt, I know. But these men are determined to see blood; especially ours. I don't think it is likely that we will get out of here unscathed." Saber Rider replied, no sooner saying that than taking a bullet in his right arm.
"Saber!" April yelped, when she saw him grasp his arm and double over.
"It's all right……………..my suit is re-pressurizing." Saber Rider said, gritting his teeth as fiery pain burned through his arm.
"Can you stay conscious long enough to get back aboard?" Fireball asked, referring to Ramrod when he said that.
"I believe so, Fireball. It's not a life-threatening wound." Saber Rider replied, as he urged Steed forward. Instead of obeying, however, Steed balked, refusing to go anywhere near Ramrod.
"Steed, what has come over you?!" Saber Rider asked, surprised by the mecha horse's sudden lack of obedience. The reason was then made very clear; painfully clear. Within seconds, a huge blast threw Saber from Steed's back, and obscured the fates of Fireball, Colt, and April from view. All of it had happened so quickly, that Saber's brain could only process one image that really stood out among the rest before consciousness left him; a ship that had the emblem of a red dragon.