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The sun hammered the frontier into a bleached, dusty plain. Inside the saloon, the fiddle’s lively tune and the rumble of conversation cut off abruptly as the batwing doors groaned open. Silence pooled in the wake of the lone figure who entered—Vergil, a cowboy whose name carried more weight than a drawn pistol. He ignored the wary stares clinging to him like burrs, his long blue coat stirring up motes of dust as he moved to the bar. He sank onto a stool with the heavy weariness of a man who’d crossed deserts in his mind. A low sigh escaped him before his storm-cloud eyes lifted and fixed on you.