A lonely old prospector is found dead in his own doorway, shot with his own gun. If only the circumstances of his last days were a little more clear. On the frontier, men go off, and suicide isn’t exactly unknown. Lambert had few friends and even less money. Word is that he didn’t have an enemy in the world. But Marshall Mike Baxter isn’t buying it—not until he knows a lot more about poor old Lambert. A short story in the classic Western tradition.
About the Author
Zach Neal has been writing ever since he can remember. A forestry management professional, he prefers the outdoors to the office. He lives in the Halton Hills overlooking the Greater Toronto Area. He studied at the University of Toronto. Zach’s a single father of two healthy and energetic children. Zach’s boys, Aaron and Jason, mean everything to him.