The man in the dust should already be dead.
Left bleeding under a merciless sun, he's got one breath left—and one reason to use it. Across from him, a hard-eyed rider sits tall in the saddle, gun raised, ready to finish what was started.
Out here, there's no law. No witnesses. No mercy.
But the man in the dirt isn't finished yet.
What happened between them wasn't just business—it was betrayal. And in a land where grudges last longer than men, some reckonings don't come easy… or clean.
Now, with dust in his lungs and blood on his hands, he's got one chance to settle it.
One shot. One move.
Because in this country, a man doesn't ask for justice.
He takes it.
And before the sun sets, one of them will be left where he falls.
