THE AGE OF THE OLD WEST, gunslingers and outlaws ruled the desert lands. Treading on their steeds to the thundering beat of iron hooves and the cries of coyotes in the distance. Chasing after the devil's herd from sunrise to sunsest, their was no rest for the wicked.

That is unless you lived in Tombstone…

A barren hole in the ground of fuckass nowhere. A quaint town filled with quiet residents who keep to themselves and the occasional passing of a tumbleweed, some may think Tombstone is a quiet place to stay but there is more than meets the eye. ‘What happens in the west, stays in the west’ some may say but that’s  hard to ignore with residents suddenly disappearing, shifty lawmen watching every move and the sighting of strange animals in the fields at night— at least to Coyote and Daylin so to say.

A wanderer and an outlaw walk into a saloon one moment and by the next they’re stuck in a ghost town filled with thieves, crooks, sinners and god knows what lurks at night. Word of advice, under any circumstances, DO NOT go out in the fields when the sun goes down. The hills have eyes…