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Before the collapse, he'd been a Texas Ranger. Now he's struggling to survive in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Bestseller by Russell Blake with thousands of five-star reviews! Once on the trail north, Lucas kept a sharp eye out, sticking to the back roads and trails, wary of ambush. Tango settled into a plodding walk that would get them to Loving by morning. Lucas had been involved in two firefights in a matter of hours, which, even post-collapse, was a record for him. He went out of his way to avoid conflict, keeping to himself on his grandfather’s ranch, avoiding contact with his fellow man to the extent he could. Duke’s question burned in his ears. Why was he risking his neck for the woman? Ordinarily he’d have continued south the following morning in search of the herd, and if she survived, super – if not, it was just the way things worked out. Reality was hard, and it took no prisoners. Lucas was as compassionate as was practical, but was in no particular hurry to shorten his life, especially with his grandfather relying on him. The old man was hard as saddle leather, but he wasn’t a spring chicken. When he’d invited Lucas to move north to the ranch in New Mexico when the troubles had started, Lucas had refused; but once Kerry passed and his job had gone the way of the dodo, he’d had no other kin, and he’d packed everything he could carry in his truck and braved the drive. That had been before fuel became unavailable, and he knew he

Once on the trail north, Lucas kept a sharp eye out, sticking to the back roads and trails, wary of ambush. Tango settled into a plodding walk that would get them to Loving by morning. Lucas had been involved in two firefights in a matter of hours, which, even post-collapse, was a record for him. He went out of his way to avoid conflict, keeping to himself on his grandfather’s ranch, avoiding contact with his fellow man to the extent he could. Duke’s question burned in his ears. Why was he risking his neck for the woman? Ordinarily he’d have continued south the following morning in search of the herd, and if she survived, super – if not, it was just the way things worked out. Reality was hard, and it took no prisoners. Lucas was as compassionate as was practical, but was in no particular hurry to shorten his life, especially with his grandfather relying on him. The old man was hard as saddle leather, but he wasn’t a spring chicken. When he’d invited Lucas to move north to the ranch in New Mexico when the troubles had started, Lucas had refused; but once Kerry passed and his job had gone the way of the dodo, he’d had no other kin, and he’d packed everything he could carry in his truck and braved the drive. That had been before fuel became unavailable, and he knew he’d been more lucky than smart to leave El Paso when he had. While the old man was self-sufficient due to his lifestyle on the ranch, Lucas hadn’t done much more than assemble a bug-out bag with

Once on the trail north, Lucas kept a sharp eye out, sticking to the back roads and trails, wary of ambush. Tango settled into a plodding walk that would get them to Loving by morning. Lucas had been involved in two firefights in a matter of hours, which, even post-collapse, was a record for him. He went out of his way to avoid conflict, keeping to himself on his grandfather’s ranch, avoiding contact with his fellow man to the extent he could. Duke’s question burned in his ears. Why was he risking his neck for the woman? Ordinarily he’d have continued south the following morning in search of the herd, and if she survived, super – if not, it was just the way things worked out. Reality was hard, and it took no prisoners. Lucas was as compassionate as was practical, but was in no particular hurry to shorten his life, especially with his grandfather relying on him. The old man was hard as saddle leather, but he wasn’t a spring chicken. When he’d invited Lucas to move north to the ranch in New Mexico when the troubles had started, Lucas had refused; but once Kerry passed and his job had gone the way of the dodo, he’d had no other kin, and he’d packed everything he could carry in his truck and braved the drive. That had been before fuel became unavailable, and he knew he’d been more lucky than smart to leave El Paso when he had. While the old man was self-sufficient due to his lifestyle on the ranch, Lucas hadn’t done much more than assemble a bug-out bag with

A warm breeze was wafting from Venezuela, less than twenty miles away. It smelled of the sea and heavy jungle, the vegetation blending with the salt air in a way unique to that stretch of coast. Down at the water, the powerboats rocked gently at the docks, pulling lazily on their creaking lines. The yacht club itself was dark, closed for the night. A security guard lounged on a folding chair near the main gate, laughing with a woman who was telling a story in the island patois, its musical lilt as distinctive as a primary color. The woman took a swig from a bottle and passed it to the uniformed man, who made an unintelligible comment, laughed, and drank deep. This encounter obviously had a destination before the evening was over, and Maya guessed that the couple would either retreat to the security room for a little privacy, or move to a vacant boat. Such things were not unknown when the trade winds blew. She checked the time impatiently, resigned herself to waiting, and retreated into a dark recess where she could keep an eye on them. A disgruntled gull shot her a glum look, annoyed at having its roost intruded on by her presence, and then stalked away before taking up position near a boulder by the shore. Other than the din drifting from the town’s nightlife and the pulsing steel drums on the radio, the water was quiet, and she could make out lights of a few slow-moving sailboats coming in to a nearby bay to anchor. Forty minutes later, Maya’s chance came in the fo