1923 Season 1 - Threesixtyp ✔

He copied the full decoded message onto a scrap of butcher paper, his hands shaking: TEONNA RAINWATER TAKEN NORTH BY EVARIS. STOP. HE WEARS THE BLUE AND GOLD. STOP. THE RANCH IS NOT THE TARGET. STOP. THE SOURCE IS. Before he could reach for his coffee, the door splintered inward.

Two men filled the frame. The first was a rancher—broad, red-faced, smelling of whiskey and old money. Banner Creighton. His jaw was a slab of granite, and his eyes held the cold arithmetic of a man who counts losses in human lives.

“Six,” she said, not looking up. “How many do we need?” 1923 Season 1 - Threesixtyp

Dear Mr. Dutton,

On the frozen shore of a hidden thermal spring—the “source”—Evaris stands with a dozen armed agents. Behind him, Banner Creighton holds a lit stick of dynamite. Before him, Jacob and Cara Dutton, rifles raised. He copied the full decoded message onto a

Teonna looks past him, to the ridge where Spencer Dutton sits astride his horse, a telegraph key wired to a portable antenna—the Threesixtyp’s final, desperate innovation.

Three days earlier, 200 miles east—the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch. THE SOURCE IS

The second man made Artie’s blood turn to slurry. He was lean, precise, dressed not in a dusty duster but in a fitted blue tunic with gold epaulettes—a uniform that hadn't been official since the Great War. His face was a smooth, unreadable mask, but his hands were gloved in kidskin. No calluses. No mercy.