Edward Carnby looked up. An Eagle was visible as it skimmed the light of the moon. Slaughter Gulch, never had a ghost town been so aptly named! The hot sierra wind blew open the swing door to the old saloon bar… A scream echoed through the night air… The old Navajo witch doctor was right. Emily Hartwood’s life was at risk. A sudden crack… A Winchester being loaded… Carnby drew his six-shooter… Empty! The hell of his boot split into pieces. He had to find cartridges… Quickly! The moon began to cloud over. Carnby rushed out. His shoulder hit against a stone object. The statue of Jed Stone towered above him. He felt the second bullet tear into his back… Slowly, he tumbled into the darkness… Alone, Alone in the Dark!