Prologue
“I reckon if you’re gonna be my wheel-babe, you deserve to know the whole story.” Agent Amy Hall was behind the wheel of her government-issued black Suburban, black shades covering her eyes. I was in the passenger seat taking inventory of my weapons. I had Bertha, my Desert Eagle .50 pistol, with one magazine left. I had my Saiga semi-automatic shotgun, with no ammunition whatsoever, and I had Grandpappy’s sword. At least it never needed reloading.
“Whatever you think I need to know, Bubba. I’m here to help.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that from government folk my whole life.” I looked over at her with a grin on my face, but it fell away when I saw the hurt look she was wearing.
“I mean it. I really am here to help. I’m not just some government stooge, Bubba. I like you, and I want to
