Hank Redding was born in the plains of South Dakota, the son of Depression-era immigrants who came to America with little more than grit and a respect for honest work. Now in his seventies, he lives with his wife, Claire, on an 80-acre stretch of Wyoming mountain land, where a cold creek winds through the pasture and two horses graze under the open sky.

A retired lineman and lifelong steward of the land, Hank spends his days tending cattle, splitting wood, and watching the seasons roll across the ridgeline. He’s recently taken up fly fishing—and once in a cold while, he manages to pull a trout from the chilly waters that cut through his property.

Hank doesn’t write for noise or notoriety—he writes for what lingers when the dust settles. His stories are rooted in silence, grit, and the long shadows of forgotten towns. They’re not about shootouts, but about what happens after the smoke clears. Justice, when it shows up, tends to ride late.

The Reckoning of Silver Butte is the first story Hank has ever chosen to share beyond family and friends—a tale that lingered for years before finally insisting it be told.