The Red River Bandit Book Three: Reckoning!. The Red River Bandit, #3

When a federal mail car is blown apart on the Kansas plain, Cole Coleman makes the only decision that matters: turn around. The explosion was Patterson's doing. Eight men with dynamite and relay horses, sent to steal a key that could unlock a centuries-old Aztec chest hidden deep inside a New Mexico mine. They failed. They're dead. And for a brief window, the acquitted senator doesn't know it. Cole has ridden with enough dangerous men to know that windows like this don't stay open.
The codex sealed inside that chest is the last piece of evidence that can prove what Patterson did - the stolen land, the displaced people, the fortune built on fraud and silence. Courts had their chance. Lawyers had their chance. Patterson walked out of a Santa Fe courtroom a free man, and now he's reaching across half the country to bury the truth for good. Cole won't let him. He gathers the only people he trusts - his wife Sarah, who has carried the secret of the key for fourteen years without knowing what it opened.
Marcus Webb, six foot six in a black overcoat with twin sawed-offs, the most dangerous man in three territories and the quietest. Brody Tennyson, sharp-tongued, quick-drawn, wearing a bearskin coat he took off a grizzly in Colorado, running his own calculations about loyalty and what it costs. Bonnie, green-eyed and steady, carrying the key in her boot lining where no one would think to look. Cleetus McKenzie, a carpenter's son turned federal lawyer, riding west with a letter from the District Attorney and evidence that could end Patterson's empire permanently.
And Patience McDowell, a journalist from the New York Tribune who has been writing everything down since Albuquerque - because someone has to, and she decided it would be her. Seven riders. Six hundred miles south through Dodge City, across No Man's Land, and into the broken country of the New Mexico Territory. Two weeks in the saddle through dust and heat and country that doesn't forgive mistakes.
Their destination: Silver Creek, the abandoned mining town where Patterson built his empire on stolen land and displaced lives. But Patterson is moving too. Flush with rage after his acquittal, the senator has assembled a private column of twenty-four armed men, set roadblocks on every approach, and hauled a Gatling gun up the mountain to the mine. This is not strategy. This is a man who has stopped calculating and started destroying.
He wants the chest, the codex inside it, and every witness to his crimes silenced. Permanently. What neither side expects is the third force watching from the canyon rims. The Chihenne Apache have their own claim to the mountain, their own memory of what Patterson took, and their own reasons for choosing sides. They have been here longer than any map, and they remember what was done to their land in ways that no courtroom document can capture.
Three factions. One mine. And a stone chest that hasn't been opened since an Aztec craftsman sealed it during the fall of an empire. The Red River Bandit: Reckoning! is the final volume of the trilogy that began with a woman wearing a key in her hair and a man who didn't know what it opened. It is a story of marriage tested by violence, of loyalty that costs more than it should, and of the distance between justice and the law.
The ride to Silver Creek will demand everything from the seven people who take it - and not all of them will make it home. For readers who love Lonesome Dove, True Grit, and Cormac McCarthy - a Western with the scope of an epic and the heart of a love story.