<I>“You wish to meet your God?” the gunslinger asked, cocking his revolver, “well now... that’s easy to arrange.”</i> <P> Every one hundred years a town appears. From a small village in the peaks of Tibet to a gathering of mud huts in the jungles of South American, it can take many forms. It exists for twenty-four hours then vanishes once more, but for that single day it contains the greatest miracle a man could imagine: a doorway to Heaven. <P> It is due to appear on the 21st September 1889 as a ghost town in the American Midwest. When it does there are many who hope to be there: traveling preacher <b>Obeisance Hicks</b> and his simple messiah, <b>a brain-damaged Civil War veteran</b>; <b>Henry</b> and <b>Harmonium Jones</b> and their <b>freak show pack of outlaws</b>; the <b>Brothers of Ruth</b> and their sponsor <b>Lord Forset</b> (inventor of the Forset Thunderpack and other incendiary modes of personal transport); finally, an <b>aging gunslinger</b> who lost his wings at the very beginning of creation and wants nothing more than to settle old scores. <P> A weird western, a gun-toting, cigarrillo-chewing fantasy built from hangman’s rope and spent bullets. The West has never been wilder.