Ruth Shimmer carries two revolvers: one shoots bullets, the other—curses and bad luck. Joshua Redman’s revolvers are the most ordinary ones—but he has an angel on his shoulder, or maybe he doesn’t. When Ruth and Josh first met, a heavy chandelier fell on the young man. Welcome to the Wild West, sir—where anything can happen! Here, wagon agents buy sparks from Native Americans and Chinese emigrants—tiny, useless miracles. And financiers and industrialists twist luck around like a public girl.
The Old World is burning—long gone mad and barely fit for living. But the New World is still holding on! With black side passages dug like mole tunnels, from which all sorts of nastiness crawls out, the Wild West tips its hat back and is ready to shoot at everything that moves.
What’s moving over there, sir?