Shorty is a 5'6" mail-carrier with a temper to match his name. He wakes with a head wound in a sheepherders wagon. His height worked in his favor—someone tried to shoot him in the head, but the bullet only grazed his scalp. Whoever shot him, stole his mail, too. After getting patched up, Shorty comes back to town to find out that the residents believed he was dead. The bad news is that they lynched a stranger who they thought killed Shorty. It doesn't take Shorty long to realize that the lynched man was innocent and the victim of a conspiracy that might also involve Shorty's stolen mail and the sheepherder who saved him.
I thought at first that this was going to tread familiar ground when the whole town turns on Shorty at the story's start, which was a motif in the last Adams book I read. But the novel quickly becomes a different animal, evolving into a somewhat complex collection of dots that need to be connected.
Adams mainly keeps the 3rd person narration in Shorty's head, but he sometimes wanders into the thoughts of other characters, mostly Shorty's companions who get wrapped up in the web around Shorty's almost-murder. I'm not a lover of 3rd-person omniscient narration—I prefer to hear a story from one angle—but for 90% of the book, this is Shorty's story, and it's a good one.