The midday sun beat down on Silas's back as he urged his weary horse through the desolate badlands. Dust devils danced in the distance, mocking his thirst, and the silence was broken only by the rhythmic crunch of hooves on parched earth. He hadn't seen another soul for days, but the unease gnawing at his gut told him he wasn't alone.

Silas, known as 'Quickhand' across the territories for the speed of his draw and the accuracy of his aim, was an outlaw with a price on his head. A hefty price, one that attracted the attention of The Legion, a ruthless band of bounty hunters with a reputation for efficiency and a penchant for cruelty. He'd been running from them for weeks, ever since that ill-fated bank robbery in...