He rode into Crimson Gulch with no memory of who he was, only a silver compass that pointed to places that didn’t exist. The townsfolk recognized him instantly—the gunslinger who’d saved them five years prior. But he had no recollection of heroics, no memory of the battle they described. Worse, the compass began leading him to impossible locations: a saloon that burned down decades ago, a canyon that wasn’t on any map, a woman who’d been dead for twenty years. In the untamed West, where legends are born from campfire tales and truth bends like heat shimmer, one man must discover whether he’s forgotten his past or if his past never belonged to him at all. Memory is a strange thing. Sometimes it’s the only treasure worth finding. Sometimes it’s better left buried in the dust.
