Nevada, 1896.
Hollow Grim is a killer. He’s the kind of killer Nevada needs. Some predators will only be a threat to the civilized herd. They’ve proven themselves unworthy of a place above the desert dirt. Hollow hunts them as an occasional marksman contractor for the US Marshal.
When he’s not on a fugitive’s trail or setting aim with his notorious rifle, Hollow lives a quiet life as the Postal Clerk for Progress Township, sorting the correspondence from the changing country and hoping the Marshal won’t call on his violent services.
Today Hollow is on trial for murder. His kill shot rang out across the town square, in the closing moments of the Sunday chapel service. John Butler lies dead, an innocent man by all accounts, surrounded by his friends and neighbors.
The gallery that once saw Hollow as a hero wants to see his face framed in a noose
When Hollow Grim starts on the path of a fugitive, every step forward is precise and strategic, until he sets the line of his rifle. He doesn’t kill for a bounty, and never acts on rage or vengeance. Why did he kill John Butler?