All my sins remembered
(Book)

"On a lonely road in a remote desert stands a roadhouse. Formerly a home station on a now abandoned stagecoach route, it is the only source of water and supplies for miles. Accommodations are crude adearnd coarse, the hospitality rough and raw, the proprietor boorish and vulgar. Travelers are few and far between, and almost all must stop for water-which comes at a price. A mounted mail carrier who visits the roadhouse with some regularity suspects there is more to the place than meets the eye, and he comes to believe that for some travelers the roadhouse is the end of the road"--