He thought the past was buried.

Alone in a weather-beaten cabin on the edge of dry country, Daniel Mercer wanted nothing but quiet. No badge. No gunfights. No men calling his name from the dark.

But some debts don't stay buried.

When three riders appear on the ridge at sundown, Mercer knows why they've come. They don't want justice. They want revenge.

Outnumbered and cut off, with only a rifle and a handful of cartridges, he makes his choice.

He will not run.

As the night closes in and the first shot splits the silence, one man stands between the cabin door and the men who mean to tear it down.

In the West, a man's past always finds him.

And sometimes… it finds him armed.