Six feet of Oregon mud would have kept its secret had the old Marshal not gone digging for what he could not remember. He thought it was a man, but the name had slipped his mind. Joseph Wylde was not surprised the Marshal had lost a step. He was a good man, a Hero of the West according to those who knew such things, but he'd let old fears get the better of him. He would be happier in Portland, amongst those who loved him. He wouldn't have to be afraid of the past. None of them would...not anymore. That was why his son-in-law had come to take him back to Portland to live with Katie and the curious grand twins. Henry Macke was not afraid. He remembered what the Marshal could not and now the book was his. He would keep it, study it, would never let it go...he would do these things and more just as soon as he took care of the other thing buried on the hill. The dead man had waited more than a decade, but his legend was not so easily forgotten. He needed only for the young fool to do what came naturally in the presence of so many beautiful words: read. Thus begins Portlandtown, a tale of an extraordinary family forced to do battle with the Hanged Man and his undead horde to save the West.