Jonathan Grimm had been a bounty hunter for far too long. His joints were creaking and his reflexes were slowing. He needed one big one, and then he could retire. It looked like he could do it, too, when he learned that a bunch of hardcases had broken out of Austen jail. He weighed it up. If he roped them in and recovered the loot, the bounties would total over ten thousand.But before he could pocket the money he needed to do a heap of riding, all the way to California. A long haul for his ancient limbs, and ahead the daunting prospect of fronting up to six trail-hardened sonsofbitches.However, as one by one his victims ended up in Boot Hill, it never occurred to Jonathan Grimm, the no-nonsense killing machine known to history as the Reaper, that this might be his last ride.