If there was one thing Jasper Boone believed in—other than his own brilliance—it was that everybody else was wrong.
He lived in the dusty town of Dry Creek, Nevada, a place where even the wind seemed too tired to blow. Folks there got by on coffee, rumors, and the occasional miracle of rain.
Jasper owned the general store, which made him both indispensable and insufferable. He had an opinion on everything, from politics to pie crusts, and he gave it whether you asked for it or not.
