Chapter 1930 You Are Here
- Out of the drifting cordite strode a figure as brutal as a charging bull.
- His skin was the deep bronze of scorched iron; a ragged beard curtained half his face, and sinews bunched beneath a sleeveless vest that could barely contain his fifty-year-old bulk.
- Caxton Cassidy vaulted a toppled truck, each footfall detonating a shockwave that rippled through the ground.