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It's 1870 in a small town where the old west is slowly dying out. The Silver Inn is the hot spot for all gossip, good drink and the best entertainment around. It holds a mysterious owner, rarely seen but known to have a monsterous appearance. The barkeep is the front of house and manages all affairs for what could only be, Mr. Silver himself. What is stranger than a man who gored his own face? Perhaps the inventions he uses to keep his Inn in repair.

A gang terrorizes the people, using strange machinery that glides across the sand without wheels. All new things that defy logic are made from an ore deep within the valley though only a few know of it's attributes.