Cowboys with Big Hearts

A PROMISE MADE IS A DEBT UNPAID

1900. Sunny Slope, Arizona Territory.

We came here to die, but here we are strapping on our barking irons with a bunch of other pox-ridden, busted up wrecks. It is a puzzlement.

What could compel a posse of diseased chuckaboos on death’s front porch to saddle up for one last hard desert ride?

Well, it’s a complicated ball of yarn, but at this end—the end we are holding in our sweaty hands—is an outrage, and at the other end of the string is the Death brothers.

We’re going to find the Death brothers and have a serious conversation about right and wrong if it’s the last thing we do.

Which it will be.