Having heard his name called out, the old Marshal stepped out of the saloon to settle up with whatever fool dared to face him. But when he reached the street his blood chilled at the sight of the Phantom Outlaw, a legend of the west said to bring justice where all others have failed. For a moment he laughed at the notion, "Could this really be punishment for what happened those many years ago?" he wondered. Then, as the full moon crept from behind the clouds, the Marshal saw the glint in the phantom's eyes. His heart sank as the reality set in, this phantom was indeed his old friend, Jaymison Brand, returned from the beyond. He steadied himself and his hand drifted to hover above the handle of his six-iron. He was ready Come what may
