Category: Shane’s Law

Shane’s Law is based on the Badlands hack of Ironsworn, tells the story of a U.S. Marshal in the Old West, and follows him as he brings justice to the town of Sagebrush, Texas.

  • Shane’s Law #20

    After a moment, I barked in laughter and sloshed a good portion of my beer over the floor. With a stealthy glance to the side, I spotted my mark flinching, and looking straight ahead with a thousand-yard stare, a straight line where his lips used to be.

  • Shane’s Law #19

    As I inspected the paddock, I could immediately tell a few things.

  • Shane’s Law #18

    “Twenty head. Prime heifers. Gone without a trace,” he explained. Jeb had a way with words.

  • Shane’s Law #17

    By the time I had to deal with Blackhawk again, it was to bring him before a judge. After the rattling he gave me, I was feeling renewed and ready to finally bring him to justice.

  • Shane’s Law #16

    “Shane,” Ben said, his voice a low rumble, “Those men weren’t just my deputies. They were my friends. Good men. And they knew the risks. We all take that oath, knowin’ it might be the last one we ever make.”

  • Shane’s Law #15

    “More’s the pity. Now that you got me under lock and key, you’ll only suffer the wrath of my ‘Bad Hand.'”

  • Shane’s Law #14

    Sheriff Hayes was fast, pulling a loaded gun on the outlaw and shoving him roughly against the wall of the cave.

  • Shane’s Law #13

    The Sheriff, deputy, and I kept our faces forward as we slowly trudged to where we knew Blackhawk would be waiting for us.

  • Shane’s Law #12

    As we followed the rocks, they began to get larger and larger, until the land stacked together and formed solid enough to bring us to the side of a large plateau.

  • Shane’s Law #11

    “There he is! Welcome back to the land of the living, Marshal.” When I opened my eyes, I saw not only the concerned face of the Sheriff, but the doctor, and one of the deputies lying on his own cot off to the side.

  • Shane’s Law #10

    The sheriff and our remaining men split off to dispatch the explosives on the track, as I ran over to Blackhawk’s side while he lay belly up on the ground, a wadded up handkerchief pressed to his chest.

  • Shane’s Law #9

    Bullets flew across the short distance in a chaotic dance of smoke, fire, and dust.