Henry Macke was not afraid. He remembered what the Marshal could not and now the book was his. He would keep it, study it, would never let it go . . . he would do these things and more just as soon as he took care of the other thing buried on the hill. The dead man had waited more than a decade, but his legend was not so easily forgotten. He needed only for the young fool to do what came naturally in the presence of so many beautiful words: read. Thus begins Portlandtown, a tale of an extraordinary family forced to do battle with the Hanged Man and his undead horde to save the West.