Holderville, Texas was a dying town. Shuttered storefronts, derelict homes, half the population already gone, their property abandoned. Behind the stockade, the garrison of Fort Holder was getting ready to pull out. Even the town drunk had gotten on his mule and headed unsteadily on south to where the whiskey was cheaper.
So when the man called Edge rode into town it was pretty much of an unusual happening - and he was only meaning to pass through.
Still he did stay around long enough to discover that for a dying town, the gunplay was lively enough and killing looked like being a growth industry.