The stage coach rattled into Copper Ridge with all the grace of a wounded buffalo, its wheels churning up clouds of red dust that settled like a fine powder on everything within fifty yards. Sheriff Jake Morrison watched from the shade of his office porch, his weathered hands wrapped around a tin cup of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the main street, painting the weathered buildings in shades of amber and gold.
Jake had been expecting this coach for three days now, ever since the telegram arrived from Denver announcing the arrival of the new schoolteacher. Copper Ridge had been without proper education for the children since Miss Henderson had married the banker's son and moved to California six months prior. The town council had been growing increasingly restless about finding a replacement, especially with winter approaching and the children running wild through the streets like tumbleweeds.