In Wolf's Clothing

A thriller in a western setting which embraces every known cliché of the genre,  dips them in cynicism, and hurls them right back at you. 


1870's Wyoming, and the town of Limon is booming. Mining and cattle; and now the railroad, desperate for the revenue. With their grading crews slamming down the track and the construction gangs throwing up the new railhead and stockyards, the place is just bursting at the seams.

Tradesmen and tramps; bankers and bums; the hopeful and the hopeless, all jostling with the corrupt and the immoral for a piece of the action in a wide open town just dripping with opportunity.

Which is how the Great and the Greedy like it - up to a point. Now they plan to hold on to what they've got; protect it from the next wave of scavengers who might be even more desperate and ruthless than they were. So it's time to get civilised before things get out of hand and the whole lot comes tumbling down.

They've tried electing Peace Officers. None could stand the heat. They've tried the army. The town couldn't stand their incompetence. Now they're going to try Feltman.

Feltman makes problems disappear. He knows how to kill - he's good at it. But this is no strutting gunman. He's ruthless, yes, and efficient, but personable, likeable even -and he works for them. So why do the good people of Limon feel so uneasy when Feltman appears to be doing exactly what they're paying him to do? Why do they feel like they're being devoured?