The payroll was supposed to be easy money.
Ride in. Grab the strongbox. Ride out before anyone knew better.
But someone was waiting.
Now the streets run hot with gunfire, and the men who came for gold are dropping one by one—cut down by a killer who doesn't miss and doesn't care who falls next.
Marshal Ezra Tate knows this isn't just a robbery gone bad. It's a hunt.
And he's running out of time to stop a man who's already decided how it ends.
Because in Bitter Flats…
the payroll isn't the prize.
The killing is.
