The Bradys and the Moonshiners

A detective who knows how to lose — on purpose.

Old King Brady has faced killers, conmen, and every crooked scheme New York has to offer. But the moonshiners of the Copper Range are a different breed entirely. Armed, ruthless, and protected by mountains that have swallowed whole posses without a trace, Old Bill Beeswax and his twelve sons answer to no law — and no Yankee detective.

So Old King Brady doesn't come as a detective.

He comes as a coward.

With Young King Brady at his side, he stages the most humiliating performance of his career — chattering teeth, a panicked retreat, and a one-way ticket out of Turtletown — all to convince the mountains that the Bradys are gone for good. It works. Every moonshiner, every corrupt railroad man, every laughing chair-holder believes it.

Now the Bradys slip back into the wilderness in disguise, gold pans in hand, inching deeper into a kingdom where the last lawmen who tried simply vanished. No bodies. No answers. Just silence and smoke.

The closer they get to Old Bill's lair, the more certain one thing becomes — the moonshiners already know these mountains will protect their secrets.

Can the Bradys crack the Copper Range before the mountains claim two more men who knew too much?