Nero, the Bounty Hunter

Kansas, 1838. The law ends where the dust begins.

No one knows where Nero came from. They only know what he leaves behind: defaced wanted posters, silenced saloons, and a wooden plaque nailed to the door, announcing who had been there.

When three renegades kidnap a Texas rancher’s daughter to sell her into slavery in New Orleans, Nero takes up the hunt—not for money, but because someone must exact a blood price.

Alongside Elena, a *vaquera* with old scores to settle, and Gideon, an inventor whose mechanical genius is as dangerous as his own weapons, the hunter crosses a burning Texas toward New Mexico, the freezing Sierra Nevada,

and the isolated walls of Fort Ross—the last Russian outpost on the Pacific coast.

But the further west they ride, the less this world seems to obey the laws of men. Tracks that shouldn’t exist. An enemy that doesn’t bleed like a human. And a queen, at the heart of the hive, waiting for them.

Nero seeks no redemption. He seeks no gratitude. He seeks only to finish what he started—with lead, steel, and the absolute coldness of a man with nothing left to lose.

A visceral tribute to the Italian Westerns of the 1960s and 70s, *Nero* blends the dust and silence of the Franco Nero classics with a threat from beyond the boundaries of humanity.