The Truth in the Dust
The homestead leans crooked against the wind, its door hanging open like a tired mouth. Inside, Jim kicks aside floorboards and pulls out a tin box. Letters spill across the dusty floor—bank notes, signed orders, a ledger.
You recognize the signature at the bottom of every page. Sheriff Cole Brennan of Redrock. Jim watches your face, silent. The man who hired you is the real outlaw.