Prospect Flats is a dying town baked under a merciless sun, with no law and no future.
Then Dust rides in—tall, silent, with gray-blue eyes scanning from under a low-brimmed hat. When two Eighth Psalm gang riders start roughing up a rancher in the square, Dust doesn’t talk. He draws, fires twice, and both outlaws are dead before they hit the ground. He tells the useless sheriff, “Your town’s got law again.”
That night the gang leaves their a local rancher hanged from the old oak, his barn torched to the ground. Dust kneels by the body, pins a U.S. Marshal badge to his chest, and mutters, “You preach salvation with rope. I prefer lead.”
Now the hunt is on, and Prospect Flats is about to learn what happens when Dust decides a town is worth saving.
Ian not su,re what to say about this story except it has plenty of bloody action. It is quite a bit different than the authors normal stories. But yet the story is good besides the abnormal violence.
This was the start of Dust Calder and his trusty horse Calamity Jane. He and a sidekick named Pike go up against a large gang of outlaws named "The Eighth Psalm". There are a lot of confrontations but in the end all the bad guys die.