Way out west, in the most lonesome of reaches, strange things are afoot. Cowboys around campfires tell ghost stories and tall tales, speak of impossible, supernatural things. They say the devil walks amongst men. They say he'll grant you impossible wishes at the cost of your eternal soul. They say he can bring dead men back to life. They say that somewhere out where the wind whispers secrets, there roams a cowboy who can't die. Abandoned by God and the devil alike, left to wander the range, forever searching for something. For someone - that accursed devil or a merciful angel or a lost love or death itself. And when the cowboy finds who he's looking for - there'll be hell to pay. The Revenant's Lament, they call this tale of woe, the unfortunate ballad of John Cassidy King.