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"Justice ain't like the sun, comin up every mornin whether it feels like it or not and shinin willy-nilly, but more or less equal, on everybody. No justice is like... well, it's like breakfast; if you don't make it, you don't have it."
Twelve years ago, a baby boy appeared on the porch of his uncle's saloon with no name and no living parents. Now he's got a name, or a nickname at least, Snarf, and a head filled with wild dreams of becoming a bounty hunter. But when a lone Indian rides into town with a half-dead outlaw over his saddle, trouble comes for Snarf, propelling him onto a perilous adventure that will test his soul and change him forever.