Dead Man at My Table

In a fading frontier where neon lights replaced the sun and bounties outlive the law, a weary gunslinger sits down for a quiet drink with an old friend. He speaks of the hardest job he ever took — a target who didn’t run, didn’t beg, and didn’t fear death. A bounty that changed something in him. As his story unfolds, fragments of the past bleed into the present. A desert standoff. A charged plasma revolver. Two men locked in silence. But the man across the table never touches his glass. And no one else seems to see him. Dead Man at My Table is a psychological sci-fi western about guilt, memory, and the cost of being the last one standing. In a world built on contracts and chrome, some debts follow you home.