Tenbow

There were two hunters on the prowl in Tenbow Valley. One was a nameless gunman who left corpses as his calling cards. This gunman ruled the valley with a rain of bullets and a reign of terror. The other man's name was Starbuck, but he went by many names and played many roles to mask the jobs he was hired to do and how he had to do them. Now the two hunters were hunting each other in Tenbow Valley. Each man would stop at nothing to destroy the other. There were no rules, no boundaries. On this killing field no one could be trusted, no spot was safe, only one man would remain standing when the shooting stopped.