The Great West stretched on endlessly, and it was filled with pioneer mining towns, magic, and opportunity. But it was also filled with brigands, monsters, and the unknown. Fortunately, I was around to protect people. For a price that is. And I only have three simple rules. My code, if you will: I’ll kill anything or anyone for a price. I get paid up front. I leave town right after I’ve performed my task… and enjoyed whatever townswomen offer themselves to me as a bonus. They call me a hero, but I’m just out here looking to get rich.

Bodyguarding two beautiful twins on their journey to a poker tournament wasn’t my normal type of work as a wandering Sellsword, but the pay is good and the ladies weren’t hard on the eyes. But as I quickly learned, there was more than meets the eye to these twins, and trouble follows them everywhere. What should be a simple excursion is very likely to end in a blood bath, and it would take all my skills to make sure none of it was mine.

One of my rules is that I’ll always sell my sword to the highest bidder. Normally, that’s a metaphor, but when my trusty steed Theo and I found ourselves in a small town being destroyed by two wealthy feuding families, it’s quite literal. If I can play them off each other just right, I’ll walk away a very wealthy man. If I screw up, there might not be anybody left alive to pay me.