A storm with purple lightening was striking the town of Tombstone furiously. The rain pelleting down sideways, thumping the ground and kicking up so much dirt that the town smelled of dust and the patrons in the saloon could just taste the grit lingering around in the air. Kicking up even more dust was an entire posse of outlaws led by the no-good trigger-happy gunslinger everyone feared, even the Sheriff. This bad boy goes by the name of Strait Shot, because he rarely misses, and he's riding into town full speed gunnin' for his own brother. He's got a score to settle, and he dares anyone or anything to get in his way of seeking his revenge. He's got nothing to lose, and he's not here to make small talk. In fact, he's not here to talk at all. He's going to let his guns do all the talking for him. He's out for bloodshed, even if it means killing his own family. His uncontrollable angst has gotten the better of him, and there's no changing his mind. Strait Shot and his posse are barreling into a full-blown battle with the law that can only end one way, his way. In Rides The Nightmare.