July 17th, 1876 Dusthaven was a town that always seemed to be choked with dust, carried by the constant wind that swept across the barren landscape. It was an early summer morning, and the sun was already beating down on the wooden buildings and dirt roads that made up the town. A stagecoach rumbled in, kicking up more dust, and depositing a few passengers and mail at the local inn.The townspeople were already going about their business, some opening their shops, others heading to the saloon