About the book: year / A sandstorm took me and my friend one hundred and fifty years ago. In 1875. To Texas, right on the border with Mexico. Now my friend has been killed, and our guns have been taken away by bandits. So I am forced to open the hunting season for the bastards, because if they left me alive, it means that they simply delayed their death. They also pay well for hunting bandits, which means I will definitely become the best in this difficult craft....