Remington Trail

A man with the right look, the right skills, and a past that shadowed every mile. On the frontier, a man needs little-a good horse, a steady hand, and the grit to face what trails behind him. Sam Remington carried all three into Eaton, along with war scars that never quite healed. He wasn't seeking glory, just honest work. Work came easy-and turned deadly fast. A message run on a fast black gelding ended in ambush, gunsmoke, and dead men cooling in the dirt. Longhorn cattle drives crushed men into the earth. In a land still bleeding from the Civil War, this country didn't hand out second chances. Still, Eaton offered more than scars and gun smoke. A chance at true love gave him reason to plant roots, even as rustlers prowled the hills, bushwhackers waited in the gullies, and a dangerous man rode with greed, revenge and violence in his wake. Sam wasn't anyone's tool and the town of Eaton wasn't the end of the trail. It was the beginning of a reckoning that could write him into legend-or into the ground.