1883 was the year in which the scrofulous outlaw known as 'Smiling Jack Candle' and his gang of desperadoes roamed the Western Territories, robbing and pillaging as they went. None durst stand up to the miscreant, until the day that a grim-countenanced stranger - a sheriff from back East who carried no gun - rode out to face him down. What happened next, you ask, and why does this sheriff seem so familiar…?