by DeLapeste
On the frontier, blood debts are settled face to face. A high-noon duel under the chimes of a clock tower was meant to be the final chapter of his life. Instead, his dying consciousness was ripped across the celestial void and hurled into a fragile, unfamiliar body in a cold, high-tech future on the brink of galactic war. The new flesh is weak, but the lethal instincts of an 1880s gunslinger remain hardwired into his soul. In this era of energy weapons and grand conspiracies, honor is obsolete and a bullet in the back is just cold calculation. The trigger has already been pulled. The only question is whose reality will shatter first.
