The folks of Westlake aren't usually a superstitious lot. But one woman has them believing she can curse livestock, concoct love potions, and make anyone foolish enough to cross her disappearforever.
John Slocum doesn't believe in witches. But he does believe the exotic Minh has certain charms he wouldn't mind exploring. Trouble is, she's got a price on her head. And the only spell that's gonna save her is the one Slocum weaves with his guns