The only way I can think of to tell you, the reader, what this book is about would be to tell you about why it is. So here we go. As a Texan, I grew up surrounded by world-class storytellers. Whenever we camped out as a family, or just some of the men folk hunkered around a campfire after the hunt was over, there would always be a story to be told. Add to that the family gatherings when a barbecue pit always filled the air with warm smoke and the lifelong remembrances of a dozen or so chickens halved, slathered in my family's secret sauce, and you had the perfect setting for a story to be told. Some asked for, while others usually started with something along the lines of "Y'all ain't gonna believe this, but . . ." and out of all of the stories I heard as a young boy, all the way up well into adulthood, one fact stood out above all others. It was the passion-the look in the storyteller's eyes and the way they would lean in on those listening, be it around a campfire or at the counter of some random truck stop, they all seemed to have the same ambition: the telling of the tale. This book is about me trying my best to keep your attention the way my forefathers kept mine for all the years-those past and those yet to come. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.