Blood on the Powder River

Winter keeps its own law along the Powder River.

When Zebedee Titus rides into a burned trading post and finds three trappers dead in the snow, he knows it isn't the work of hunger or revenge. Nothing of value was taken. Powder barrels remain untouched. Rifles still hang on the wall.

Only the account books are gone.

Someone is tightening control over the Powder River trade routes — forcing independent trappers to sign contracts or disappear. Freight companies backed by eastern money are moving in, using intimidation, hired guns, and staged violence to monopolize winter passage through the mountains.

If the Powder River falls under one man's control, every trap line west of the fort becomes a toll road.

Zeb has stopped conspiracies before. But this time the enemy doesn't hide behind false tribal sign or open raids. They hide behind paperwork, investors, and armed "protection."

As powder stockpiles gather in secret and hired riders begin clearing out resistance, Zeb must move fast to break the scheme before the river runs red.

Because once blood is spilled for profit—

It won't stop with three graves in the snow.