Cold bottle of beer, loyal dog at his feet, and the bedroom window cracked just enough to aim the barrel of his hunting rifle toward the Mexican border…just in case, ya know? Unrepentantly racist and sly as a fox, ol’ Duragard is the prickliest bastard around. But as the sun sets on Sugar Pointe, Texas, the warm breeze carries something far more sinister—a brutal force of nature. |