Wonderful Western Horror Score

The year is 1879. The desert town of San Diablo lies forgotten, half-buried in red sand and legend. Once a booming silver town, it fell silent after a mysterious plague wiped out most of its population—some say it was disease, others whisper it was a curse.

Jedediah “Jed” Crowe, a grizzled ex-bounty hunter, returns to San Diablo after receiving a cryptic letter signed by his old partner, Luke Rains, who died twenty years earlier. The letter speaks of “unfinished business”, “shallow graves”, and “a debt paid in blood.”

Reluctantly, Jed rides back into the sun-scorched ruins, only to find a handful of desperate souls squatting there—miners, drifters, a preacher with no faith left. But as night falls, the wind begins to howl like something alive. Lanterns flicker. Shadows stretch wrong.

And then… they rise.

From the dry earth, the Dead Riders return—outlaws Jed once hunted down and buried without crosses or prayers. They’re not just corpses—they’re cursed, twisted things of dust and bone, wearing rusted spurs and grinning skulls beneath black hats.

They want vengeance. Not just for their deaths, but for the deal Jed never knew he made—when he accepted a blood bounty from a stranger with eyes like burning coals and a brand shaped like a horned serpent.

As the town is besieged, Jed must uncover the truth: that San Diablo was damned long before he arrived, and that the only way to break the curse is to face the Devil himself, hiding in the skin of a man, and put him back in the ground.

But there’s a catch: the Devil only dies at high noon. And the Dead Riders don’t wait.