In between bouts of bar room philosophizing and plates of red beans, one very hapless rabbit from the East gets himself entangled in sleepy Gloomtown's sordid scramble for newly-discovered gold, all the while trying to keep out of the clutches of the murderous Ex-Rex Logan gang. From the first speech bubble, Lewis Trondheim's witty dialogue makes it clear that this ain't just another Western comic. This is a decidedly off-kilter take on the genre by one of the greats of French indie comics.

McConey comes up to the big city for the weekend. When he and his friend Richie stumble across a perpetually suicidal bum, McConey takes it upon himself to intervene... It comes to light that this particular bum is trying to kill himself in order to be rid of a curse, laid upon him by a mysterious stone he is doomed to carry until somebody takes it from him. So McConey, not being the superstitious type, steps up to the mark. I mean really, who believes in curses these days, anyway...?