Dalton

Dalton, the legendary cooler whose name echoes through the roughest bars in America. With a philosopher’s mind and a fighter’s fists, he’s a man of few words and fewer equals. Now at the Double Deuce in Jasper, Missouri, he’s turning a dive into a sanctuary, one broken bottle at a time. But the town’s shadowy puppet master, Brad Wesley, watches from across the lake, and the air crackles with tension. Calm as still water, yet deadly when provoked, Dalton is a force of nature wrapped in a black shirt and jeans. Trouble doesn’t just find him—it begs for his attention.