Vic Gregg has spent two years alone in the high mountains, digging silver from the earth and dreaming of Betty Neal in the valley town of Alder. It's a lonely existence, but he's building something - a future, a home, a life worthy of the woman he loves. When spring finally breaks the winter's grip, he gathers his savings and sets out for town, hoping to claim her before anyone else does. But the mountains don't want to let him go. Old enemies remember. Old debts come due. And the isolation that shaped him into a man of few words and fewer friends now becomes his greatest vulnerability. The trail to Alder is longer than any map suggests, and each mile brings him closer to both his future and the dangers he's been running from since he first climbed into these peaks. This is a story about what loneliness does to a man - how it sharpens certain desires while blunting others, how it makes the prospect of connection feel both urgent and terrifying. Max Brand writes with the kind of spare, atmospheric prose that defines the Western genre at its best.
