Marshal of Sundown

Jim Torrence rolls into Sundown with a restless eye, the town’s bright brick and adobe walls buzzing with the late‑October sun. He’s a seasoned rider, quick to catalog faces and whispers, and his first impression is a striking young woman on a dappled gray horse—Sally Dawn Cannon, whose smoky gaze seems to hold a secret of its own. As he dismounts beneath a butter‑yellow poplar and steps into the Stag Horn Saloon, the ordinary chatter of cattle hands is quickly eclipsed by a tense gamble between two local power‑brokers, Bordereau and Murdo, over the same woman.

The uneasy exchange hints at a deeper rivalry that could spill into the streets, while Jim’s own motives remain a mystery. With the town’s “first‑drink” hour looming and the scent of fresh pine in the air, he finds himself drawn into a web of ambition, flirtation, and unspoken danger—just as Sundown’s seemingly tranquil façade begins to crack.