When everything went to hell in a hand basket, and California fell into the ocean, blowing the first of the major utility grids, folks were plumb crazed. Then the earthquakes hit Maine. The Midwest. Japan. Italy. Australia. When the fault lines in Texas went, splitting the country in half, everything old was new again. Cattle country became solid gold, the cattle barons ran the world, and the rovers were moving thousands of hoofed gold pieces along paved trails to starving buyers. Emmett and Ezrah are last surviving sons of Katie and Wyatt McAlister and the local baron is hell-bent on taking what little they have. They had a good herd to drive to what's left of Denver, and they were fixing to head over the desert when Emmett was shot and died in Ezrah's arms. Desperate, Ezrah contacted an old friend, a man who could still access the last of the world's technology, Jesse, to help him save the land. Jesse, a wild child from the desert—inked and wearing a port, a believer in spirits and ghosts and, totally gone native—is more than willing to help. After all, he'd been in love with that sweet little ass in denim since the moment he laid eyes on it.