Fabil Dohn

Who would have imagined that being appointed marshal of the tiny town of Polson would entail any more than riding herd on the Saturday night drunks and the occassional family squabble. Yet Fabil Dohn and his deputy uncover a most bizarre scheme. Right under their noses. The scheme backfires. Innocent people die. Yet another, far more sinister evil arises, and Fabil's mind and strength are torn from him in an almost futile attempt to cope. Fabil finds love, deep and rewarding, only to have the rug yanked from under his feet when he learns the humiliating, degrading truth. A most fascinating tale of the West in it's formative years, when men lived astraddle a horse, a gun strapped to his hip and a keen eye out for trouble. Trouble, he knew, would come. And it did. It came to Fabil Dohn. A mountain of trouble that no man should be forced to endure. You'll shed some tears, yet the end will put a smile on your face and warmth in your heart.