Three men follow a killer west. The law doesn’t make the whole trip.

LOGLINE

In 1879, a stoic U.S. marshal, a ruthless bounty hunter and a vengeance-driven gunman pursue notorious killer Luther Buchanan nearly a thousand miles from Dodge City into Arizona Territory—crossing a frontier where every town is smaller, meaner and less governed than the last, until the chase becomes a brutal reckoning over whether justice can survive after the law runs out.

THE STORY

Dodge City still has badges. It still has judges. It still has gallows. Luther Buchanan means to leave all three behind. After a killing sends him west, Marshal Oren Mack, bounty hunter Tomás Castillo and vengeance rider Harlan Warthen take up the pursuit. Oren believes the law only matters if someone is willing to carry it beyond the courthouse. Tomás believes every man has a price. Harlan only wants Buchanan alive long enough to understand who killed him. At first, there are warrants, deputies and telegraph lines. Then the towns get smaller. The sheriffs get cheaper. The graves get fresher. And Buchanan keeps leaving bodies behind. Gunfights, ambushes, bounty crews and executions turn the thousand-mile pursuit into an increasingly savage test of the three hunters—and of the reasons each man keeps riding.

By New Mexico, Buchanan stops running and begins gathering outlaws, deserters and killers who understand that the farther west they travel, the fewer rules remain. The pursuit becomes a war. Oren still wants an arrest. Tomás wants to know where they intend to put Buchanan when there are no more jails. Harlan wants an answer to the question neither man can escape: what is the difference between justice and revenge when nobody is watching? By the time they reach Arizona Territory, badges mean almost nothing, money means less and even vengeance has begun to rot. Ahead lies the stretch of country Buchanan believes no law can cross: The Devil’s Mile. Four men enter it—one hunted, three hunters—and by then Buchanan may no longer be the most dangerous man among them.

SPEAK OF THE DEVIL.

Out here, the law ends before the road does.