The year is 1878, in the rugged frontier town of Silver Creek, a dusty mining settlement tucked between red desert cliffs and endless prairie in the American West. The town survives on gold rumors, cattle drives, and whatever law can be scraped together. Wooden buildings line the single main street, horses tied to hitching posts, the constant hum of the saloon piano drifting through the air. Gunfights aren’t uncommon, bandits ride through the surrounding canyons, and justice is usually decided faster than the courts can handle.