Summer 1877 is lookin' to be a hot one indead! And as folk knows, the hotter it get the hotter tempers is to gettin'. Especially in Deadwood. But it's not just the heat that's a comin' that folk is feeling on the back of their neck and pit o' their belly. No sir. They feel the Dark riding and hear the hooves of His pale horse. And when he come...well let's just say there's no rest for the wicked or the chaste in Deadwood. Alive or expired.