Deputy Martin Granger's been keeping the peace in Lost Creek. Quiet work. Steady work. The kind that lets a man forget what came before.
Then a dying stranger staggers into town with a leather pouch and a name that changes everything.
Granger leaves his badge on Sheriff Pruitt's desk and rides south. No explanations. No backup. Just him, his horse, and twenty-seven pieces of silver that belong to someone who should've stayed buried.
The territory's got plenty of places for a man to disappear. Problem is, some folks don't stay disappeared.
Lost Creek will have to manage without its deputy for a while. If he comes back at all.
Some debts don't forget. And some men don't forgive.