Synopsis

Dust clung to his worn coat as he rode the long, familiar drive, a ghost returning to a life he’d thought lost forever. Years had bled into decades behind bars, but the memory of the land – the scent of sage and sun-baked earth – remained a constant ache. He was back to reclaim what was rightfully his, a resolve hardening in his gaze. The squatters had taken root, a blight on his legacy, and he would not hesitate to cleanse them from his property, by whatever means were required.