The Girl Who Rode Alone: A Classic Western

No one in the territory knew where she came from.

She rode into town beneath a red sky, dust on her boots and a Winchester across her saddle. Quiet. Watchful. Alone.

Most folks figured she was just another drifter passing through.

They were wrong.

Somewhere behind her lay a burned ranch, a dead father, and a name she meant to settle with cold steel. The men responsible thought the past was buried out on the high plains.

They never imagined the reckoning would ride into town wearing a wide-brim h...