Dust Gulch was one of those towns that existed purely out of simple arithmetic. It was exactly one day's ride from the state capital and another day's ride from the main port. The fact that there was little water, less grass, and an overabundance of heat meant it wasn't a nice town, but men needed beds, and beer, and women. So the town existed.
The town had the resentful distrusting openness of a town that hates outsiders but needs them to survive. But it got by fine.
Until the dust was found to be gold, then all hell broke loose.
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