Welcome to Bourbon and Rust
In a town where secrets are steeped stronger than the coffee, and rust is more than just decay—it’s memory—Bourbon and Rust unfolds like a weathered blues record: gritty, soulful, and hauntingly familiar.
Meet Silas Kincaid, a sheriff with ghosts in his glovebox, and Banu “Baz” Abbasi, a storm disguised as a woman with unfinished business. Detective Maclan is tired, gruff, and razor-sharp beneath the bourbon breath and trench coat exterior at the story’s whiskey-soaked heart. When a choir girl vanishes without a trace, the trio is pulled back into a past they never buried deep enough in a town that talks too much and understands too little.
What starts as a missing person’s case quickly tangles into a mystery of cryptic notes, long shadows, and old scars that still bleed. The deeper they dig, the more they realize that it’s not just about finding the girl—it’s about finding themselves before the desert takes what little is left.
Grit meets grace; memory meets murder. This is a noir Western where justice rides in on a dust storm, and redemption might just have a scarred face and a sarcastic smile.
Pour yourself a strong cup. You’re going to need it.
