Riders in the Dust

A single rider follows a trail most men would rather ignore.

In a stretch of open country where roads still belong to those who travel them, quiet changes are underway. Men with polite smiles and careful words are measuring land, asking questions, and laying claims that never announce themselves. No guns are drawn. No laws are posted. And that is the danger.

As the rider moves from lonely trails to a contested river crossing, he begins to understand what is at stake. Control is not being take...