Valley of the Sun

He was tall, dark and lean. Savagely lean. Dark of mane, windswept and seldom cut. His eyes were cold and dark, like mirrored pools within a deep, still cavern wherein most often, their depths ran with a strange and chilling violence. Yet, he was a man whose dark and wildness of appearance would never in a lifetime outmatch the inner darkness' of his mind. His was the past of an infamous outlaw, one of the most notorious of all time. Jesse Manton. Never once imprisoned, an inherent suspicio...