Burdened by his father's crimes and orphaned by recent loss, young George Edwards has withdrawn to the solitude of the woods, building what independence he can far from a community that remembers his family name with suspicion. His unsympathetic Uncle Ruben schemes to take what little George possesses, and the townsfolk, remembering the elder Edwards' transgressions, offer no helping hand. When a weary rider reins up at a distant station along the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe Railroad, the incident sets off a chain of events that will force George to stop running from his past and fight for a future his name has tarnished. Castlemon, a master of frontier adventure, paints the American West in broad, vivid strokes, red-shirted ranchmen, dust-choked trails, and the rugged code of men who live by their own hands. This is a story about earning redemption when the world has already judged you, about proving your worth when your surname is your deepest curse. For readers who love tales of against-all-odds protagonists and the untamed landscape of the late 19th century.
