They eventually left Rust Valley together, not running, but choosing, traveling to places where their particular skills at standing against tyranny were needed.

Sometimes they won, sometimes they lost, but always they chose each other.

Chose courage over comfort, chose speaking truth over staying silent.

And in the years that followed, when people told stories about the town that stood up to a tyrant, about the bounty hunter who’d risked everything for a stranger, about the woman who’d survived three years of hell and emerged stronger, those stories always ended the same way.

Not with rescue, not with one person saving another, but with two people choosing themselves, then choosing each other, and in doing so, proving that the strongest chains are the ones we break ourselves.

The desert wind blew across Arizona, carrying their story into legend.

And somewhere in the vast frontier, under skies wide enough for second chances, Dne and Min walked forward together into whatever came next.

Free, equal, unbroken.

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