The first time I heard of him was in South Dakota in March 1869. He was simply called the "The Stranger" and every man, woman and child had a story to tell about him, although nobody had ever seen him face to face. There were fairy -tales and rumours about an unknown stranger. I felt compelled to find out all about him and started out on my search for him... The book's hero follows a phantom, a stranger. On his trail he comes across outlaws, lost souls, villains and gullible people. Before long the trail is littered with corpses. The only human to touch his heart is the Red Indian woman, Onawa, but his happiness is to be shortlived and his life turns to even greater brutality. This book takes the reader far beyond the romantic story of the average western.