Shadows of the Agua Fria

The town of Camp Verde, Arizona, was a powder keg waiting for a spark. Once a military fort established to protect settlers, it had recently become a magnet for fortune seekers, outlaws, and opportunists due to nearby gold discoveries. The influx had turned the once quiet town into a hotbed of tension and lawlessness. As the stranger rode in, his silhouette framed by the setting sun, the whispers began to ripple through the dusty streets. “Outlaw,” they murmured, “Gunslinger.” The townsfolk watched with narrowed eyes. The stranger with the big gun had a different kind of justice in mind, but to the people of Camp Verde, he was nothing more than a storm on the horizon.