The Devil's Right Hand

In Red Dog, Banjax County, far out on the scorched and dusty plains of the Axis, Marshall Balthazar Squib knows he is facing a whole world of troubles. Not least of these is being dead. Trust No One. The last words of his predecessor, the late great Tyburn Remmington as he sank back into a pool of his own blood. Tyburn had even scratched it onto the back of his old tin star and as a motto it had served him faithfully right up until the day it didn’t. It is a time of violence, of war on the range, a time of wild-eyed desperados and shameless villainy. A time when blood flows like wine and wine flows like water. But Red Dog is a frontier town settled on an ancient planet, a planet that is about to wake up. It is a time of wild-eyed desperados and shameless villainy when the only law is gun law. But it is also a time of Demons. Trust No One. Nothing is what it seems in Red Dog.