High Noon Akshan

Behind the altar, the road to Hell yawns open. The grinnin' man says “what's dead should stay dead.” Maybe so, but Akshan didn't come here to ask permission. He came for passage, and nothin' will stop him: not the law, not death, and not some preachin' bounty hunter who claims to own the road. Akshan levels his gun at the grin and thumbs back the hammer.