Publisher's Synopsis
Under the rim of Shadow Mountain, embraced like a pearl of great price by the curve of Bonanza Point and the mined-out slope of Gold Hill, the deserted city of Keno lay brooding and silent in the sun. A dry, gusty wind, swooping down through the northern pass, slammed the great iron-fire doors that hung creaking from the stone bank building, caught up a cloud of sand and dirt, and, whirling it down past empty stores and assay offices, deposited it in the doorways of gambling houses and dance hal...
