by Derek Davis
They had set the wire across the road, three dead-eyed riders. Had they meant to kill him or just sever his legs? His hog is wrecked, his arm is broken, but his anger is intact – always. Turkle will track them down. Along the way, he has to play down his intelligence, put his mind in temporary storage to be one of them. Some things are worth the hunt. But it doesn't always pay to find them.