“My name is hollow grim…”
“I live on a wide dirt road rolling west called Progress Township, Nevada. On this worn leather landscape the villains are always the last left standing.”
Hollow Grim is the son of legendary US Marshal Charlie Grim, walking his own path but never quite out of his shadow, in the dying days of the Old West. In service of an unpayable debt, Hollow is occasionally asked by the Marshal’s office to leave tranquil monotony of his postal outlet, to hunt down the fugitive warrants eluding the marshals and bounty hunters on their trail.
”This might make me seem like the hero, but not every story needs that kind of fiction. I am a hunter of killers. I am the man who comes for the second eye as payment for the first. I am not the hero here.”