Marfa

He woke up in the dust with another man's blood on his sleeve. By sundown, they wanted him hanging. Rip Campbell didn't ride into Blackridge looking for trouble. The stagecoach found him half-dead on the trail and hauled him into a town already ready to burn. When a powerful rancher turns up murdered, Rip becomes the perfect answer-stranger, silent, and wearing the wrong shirt. They lock him up before he can speak.
They come for him before the sun goes down. Rip doesn't run from trouble. He rides straight at it. Because clearing your name in the West isn't about the truth. It's about who's left standing to tell it.