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You look exactly like your twin brother. Exactly. You think like him, for him, with him, cannot live without him. Cannot. Don't want to. Don't want to. Other kids play Hide & Seek. But you and he play Hide & Be. Your parents died when you were two. The foster parents were sometimes nice and sometimes awful. They could never tell you apart because one of you would hide; the other would just be. Be bad. Be blamed. Be good. Get the Jesus Strap. Get the ice cream cone. There were always eyes on you, then him. Wondering which one you were. There were always voices in your head, his. They can't judge you because you could always be him, or you. You did not need friends because you are his and he is yours. You learn you don't need anyone else; they can't see you, just him. Or are they looking at him, not you? If one of you dies, the other will be. You.

We are who we say we are. You think you see me-you don't. You see us without knowing which of us you see. Your photographs, polygraphs, fingerprints, DNA hints, and courtroom theatrics don't say who we are. We are who we say we are! You are his brother, your twin. You see me but not him now, don't you? You are like us, identical twins, but you don't love your brother like I do mine. He is myself, and I am him. Today is your birthday, his too. Why aren't you with him? Don't lie to us. We know why. You can live with him but not without him. Too late to choose. We are your redemption. You have a price to pay today. On your birthday. His too. Boo who. We are who we are!

In the summer of 1901 in the Iron Mountain area of Wyoming, someone shot from ambush and killed a fourteen-year old boy. The kill shot hit him in the back and knocked him o his dad's horse. Some thought Tom Horn did it. They narrowed the search down to him, and got him to confess, they said. He never said. His arrest, trial and execution by hanging commenced a controversy that roared through the Rocky Mountains for over 100 years. That true story is the historical predicate for this novel.U.S. Deputy Marshal Angus is sent from Colorado up to the Iron Mountain area near Laramie Wyoming to track down the truth of Tom Horn's so-called confession. He knows a little about Tom Horn's legend-in-the making. He's heard the stories-that Horn claimed, "Killing men is my specialty. I look at it as a business proposition, and I think I have a corner on the market."Tom Horn's confession involved a concealed stenographer hiding behind a door while an ambitious lawman lured a drunk Tom Horn to leave the territory by offering him a good job in Montana. Angus read the stenographer's version. Horn allegedly said, "It was the best shot that I ever made and the dirtiest trick I ever done."But Tom Horn's friends insist he didn't do it and never gave a confession. A lawman gone rogue made it up to advance his political career. The real question-guilt or innocence-got lost in the shuffle. Angus rides the Iron Mountain area in search for the truth. He found it when he himself had to solve another murder by ambush. He solves that murder in a way no one in the American West could imagine.