He rode into Crofton with a big black man and a quiet a killer named Jack. A few hours later he’d gunned down a man for stealing a horse he’d stolen himselfand made deadly enemies of a vicious bounty hunter and an outlaw gang. For Jeston Nash, lookalike cousin of Jesse James, it was a bad way to start a trip to Powder River.
In 1868, as the U.S. Cavalry begins another romp towards manifest destiny in the heart of Indian land, the Sioux Nation is ripped apart by one tribe’s angry death throes and another tribe’s greed. Not above greed themselves, and plenty used to killing, Nash, Quiet Jack Smith and the mysterious black man named Big Shod rode on into the storm. From a plan to deal in stolen horses, they found themselves fighting madmen, warriors and thieves–not just for their lives, not just for gold, but for the difference between right and wrong.
Ralph Cotton captures the reality of outlaw life, in the early years after the Civil War, when men with blood on their hands turned Westward-into a land ruled by courage, cunning and a gun.