The shooting started in front of the feed store.
It always did, in towns like this-right where men came to buy what kept them alive. Hay. Grain. Ammunition. Credit they couldn't afford.
Tom Calder was already in the saddle when the first shot cracked. His horse lunged sideways, hooves churning dust, and Tom twisted in the seat, hand tight on the reins, eyes snapping toward the sound. He didn't need to see the muzzle flash to know trouble had arrived hard and fast.
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Jeremiah Journey owns one of the largest cattle ranches in Wyoming.
He worked alongside his older brother Jacob until Jacob's death in August 2024.
Riding beside Jacob, they talked many times about writing a Western. Jacob would say, "You're the one with the imagination, so, you should be the one to write it."
Jerry decided if a Western was going to be written, he was going to have to write it.
He dedicates this first novel to his brother Jacob Journey.