Strange characters cast long shadows over the Old West.

There was Paul Bunyan. There was Pecos Bill. Strangest of all was the giant mountain man they called Mad Amos Malone. Atop his massive, swift, and permanently irascible steed Worthless, Mad Amos crops up everywhere from the construction of the transcontinental railroad to a poor woman's kitchen, confronting everything from Yellowstone spirits to yellow-bellied snake-oil salesmen. Maybe a little crazed, maybe a little other-dimensional, and always impossible to tell if he's just a left a room at the asylum or the Sorbonne.

With his saddlebags overflowing with mysteries you'd better not try to peruse, to his mount that you'd best not try to rustle, Mad Amos roams the Old West settling scores, righting wrongs, and just occasionally coming up against trolls, sprites, dragons, spirits of the Earth, evil magicians--and most dangerous of all, dogs and cats.

Thar's gold, guns, liquor, wimmen, good spells and evil spells. Mad Amos deals with 'em all. Just keep clear of his Sharp's rifle and the fact that he hasn't had a bath in weeks.