Jeb

Jeb

“I think you boys have had enough.”

Jeb’s Saloon is a simple enough name for the only real bar in two-hundred miles, but Jeb is a straight-talker who doesn’t mince his words. ‘Come in, have a drink, and sit a spell,’ is how he greets everyone coming through the door. He’s no stranger to the shotgun he keeps under the bar, though he’s never had to use it against even the rowdiest patrons—until now. Zombies don’t drink and they sure as heck don’t have good manners, so they’ve got no business in Jeb’s place. He may have to leave it all behind, but wherever he ends up, he sees another saloon in his future.