Bart Lawson

A single barrel sits in the corner of a quiet room-unmarked, untouched, and wrong. Nobody in town will say where it came from. Nobody will say what's inside. And the men who know. aren't talking anymore. When a stranger asks the wrong question, the silence breaks. Gunfire follows. And the truth starts bleeding out into the dust. Now every man in town has a stake in what that barrel holds-and a reason to make sure it never gets opened.
Because some secrets don't stay buried. They wait.