He rode into town with dust on his boots and silence in his eyes.

No one in Redstone Crossing knew the stranger's name, and he didn't volunteer it. But when a man rides in alone and keeps his hand close to his gun, folks start wondering what kind of trouble is riding with him.

The town is already on edge. A ruthless cattle baron runs things from behind closed doors, a frightened sheriff looks the other way, and someone has been killing men who ask too many questions.

The stranger could have ridden on.

Instead, he stayed.

Now the town is about to learn that a quiet man can be the most dangerous kind. Because the stranger didn't come looking for trouble…

Trouble followed him.

And when the shooting starts on the dusty street of Redstone Crossing, every man will know the truth:

Some riders travel in gangs.

But the deadliest rider of all… rides alone.