He did his killing behind a badge. He lived for the sudden bloodshed, the booze, and the women who made him feel whole again. And whenever the lawabiding hypocrites closed in around him, he always managed to slip away. But Joe Potter couldn’t outrun the demons that were chasing him – not even on the wideopen Dakota range. For it was there, in a line shack in winter, that an Indian woman and her child finally caught up with a man burning with fever and hate, and plunged him into a battle with the truth, and his greatest fear of all. An authentic novel of the American West, Potter’s Fields is a classic tale of what drives a man to violence – and what brings him back again.