John Wesley Hardin didn’t just walk through the Wild West, he carved his name into it one bullet at a time. A preacher’s son turned outlaw, a poet of violence, a ghost maker, and a ghost of his own renown. A myth spinning through saloons and standoffs like the chambers of his revolver. His life was a duel between fate and fury, where frontier justice was written in lead. One bullet might have been enough to put him down, but the legend of John Wes Hardin is living still.