Publisher's Synopsis
Welcome to Dry Gulch, Wyoming, in the grand year of our Lord 1925-a town where the dust settles slow, the whiskey vanishes fast, and the local banker prays every day for civilization to finally arrive (spoiler: it never does).
Jack Huntingdon is the kind of cowboy who never breaks a sweat, never backs down from a fight, and never-under any circumstances-pays back a debt without a little creative negotiation. Otto Dietrich Wilhelm von Brückenhofen, meanwhile, is the kind of banker who believes a well-maintained ledger is the only thing standing between society and utter barbarism. He wears starched collars, calculates interest with terrifying precision, and regards cowboys with the same enthusiasm one might reserve for an outbreak of rabies.
Unfortunately for Otto, fate (and Jack) have a habit of pulling him away from his beloved numbers and into the kind of misadventures that make a man question his career choices. There's already been one incident involving a particularly uncooperative horse, but just when Otto thinks things couldn't possibly get worse, an old gold miner named Silas Coleraine shuffles into town, trailing whiskey fumes and questionable life choices. What follows is a tale of mischief, humiliation, and one very bad decision that Otto absolutely did not sign off on.
In Dry Gulch, the West is still wild, cowboys are still king, and Otto von Brückenhofen is about to find out-once again-that dignity is a fragile thing.
