No one knows where Jarmajeton Jon came from, but ever since he showed up with his mystery-soaked poncho and his "you're not paying me enough for this" face, the town of Dry Gulch sleeps a little easier... and drinks a lot more whiskey.
Everything changes when Canterbury and his gang - a dozen outlaws with more ego than aim - decide to come back to make history... or destroy it. Literally.
There are gunfights, there's laughter, and there are paradoxes that would make a quantum physicist weep.
"It's as if Clint Eastwood and Einstein had opened a saloon in the Old West."
- The Temporal Gazette