Silas Grissom rides with hell at his back. A Confederate butcher turned merciless outlaw, he carves his name across the West with a serpent's cruelty and a philosopher's nihilism. When Grissom's Blackthorn Gang razes a mission, enslaving Apache women and leaving a trail of crucified nuns, three fractured souls converge to hunt him:

- Jed Harper, a Union veteran haunted by the boy he bayoneted at Shiloh
- Cole Everett, a gunslinger trading whiskey for vengeance after Grissom burns his lover alive
- Marisol, a nun-turned-avenger with scripture etched in gunpowder and Comanche curses on her tongue

Their pursuit becomes a fever dream of blood and redemption across a West rotting with gold lust and ghosts. Through Apache war camps, Comanche ambushes, and Grissom's sadistic traps, the hunters and hunted alike confront an unanswerable question: Can a soul steeped in slaughter ever be cleansed-or is mercy just another kind of violence?

Blending the gothic grit of "Blood Meridian" with the operatic doom of "Deadwood", this is a Western stripped of heroes-a raw, unflinching odyssey where salvation wears a serpent's skin, and the only thing sharper than a Bowie knife is the truth.

*How much humanity must you lose to kill a devil?*