Arrogant gunfighters draw shootin’ irons at the slightest provocation. Jayhawkers, Bluebellies, and Rebs murder each other over tiny plots of Kansas soil. Soldiers massacre Indians. Indians butcher miners. Sisters kill brothers, and vice versa. Everyone knows a stranger is never to be trusted. And it isn’t rage that’s the cause of all this fighting—it’s sheer terror.

Welcome to the Heart o’ the West, amigo. This is the house that War built.

Deadlands: The Last Sons

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