West Of Whitechapel

<p><strong>WITH A HUNGER FOR TRUTH THIS THRILLING WESTERN WILL KEEP YOU ON YOUR TOES. </strong></p><p> </p><p>In the late 1880s a series of grisly murders swept through the Whitechapel slums of London. The victims were all prostitutes each found with her throat cut and her stomach sliced open. Sensationalized newspaper accounts of the killings spread throughout England and beyond to a horrified yet fascinated reading public. Heightening interest all the more were the taunting letters sent by the killer to Scotland Yard - boldly signed <em>Jack the Ripper</em>.</p><p> </p><p>But then abruptly the killings stopped. The Ripper was never identified or captured but the terror seemed over.</p><p> </p><p>A few months later however on the American frontier in the raucous rowdy mining camps that sprang up out of a silver boom in the Colorado Rockies some eerily similar murders began to occur among the flocks of soiled doves who gathered to serve the men in those remote camps. With no law to speak of in such places and sudden death being all too common no one seemed to take much notice.</p><p> </p><p>Not until a sharp-eyed female journalist spotted the possible connection and became determined to find out the truth. Aided by a guilt-ridden though equally dogged frontier detective the pair follow a bloody trail through the rugged mountains and boisterous mining camps to try and prove if Jack the Ripper truly ceased his killing ways ... or did he merely move them out here - west of Whitechapel?</p><p> </p>