The Waystation at Devil's Turn
A Low Fantasy Saga of the 1890s Desert Highway

About this book:

At the lonely bend where the Tucson trail hooks around the red sandstone of Devil's Turn, the Vance family has kept the waystation for three generations. Their job is simple: water the horses, collect the toll, and write down what passes. But the ledger remembers things the keepers don't—names in ink, debts in blood, and a road that folds around men who look back.

When a rider arrives missing his hat and his memory, followed by a corporate agent hunting six thousand dollars in vanished silver, Josiah Vance and his grandson Enoch find themselves caught between a freight company's lawyers and a highway that collects its own taxes. The well pulls up spent cartridges from three weeks past. The signpost writes descriptions before travelers appear. And out on the salt flats, something heavy on iron wheels is coming home.

*The Waystation at Devil's Turn* is a low fantasy saga steeped in alkali dust and old promises, where the border between the natural and the owed is measured in copper cents and the weight of a man's belongings. For readers who like their weird west patient, their folklore gritty, and their horrors rooted in the simple terror of a road that never forgets a debt.