When the Dust Settles

Traitor's Den was meant to be a prison. A punishment. A hellhole my daddy could never escape.

Over the decades, however, hundreds of us have found a way to make it our home. We've learned to deal with the many bumps along the way with colorful cussing and a dash of humor-often roused by one too many at the saloon-and we've embraced the spell that turns us all into honky-tonk cowgirls and -boys.

The Den might be more bizarre magical theme park than anything else, but hey, it's ours. What's our...