The idea that is heavily ingrained in the mind of Edmond Dantès in the brilliant novel of "The Count of Monte Cristo" is that of the the ideology of revenge is a dish best served cold, so, in layman's terms, revenge is better when it's not made in the fury and passion of the damage, but after planning, preparation, and a perfected yet precise plan. Stephen King takes this idea and portrays it in a manner that takes it from 1807 Nîmes, France to nearly modern Los Angeles, Las Vegas, and state route 71, where the grieving husband of a brutally executed woman strategically forms and executes a thought out and meticulously planned revenge, perfected down to the smallest crack in a nearly deserted state road.
The protagonist who is known only by Robinson, his surname, is driven to revenge by the almost haunting voice of his late wife compelling him to exact revenge on a powerhouse mob-boss who caused her untimely death with a few pounds of explosives to protect himself from her upcoming testimony in court. Driven nearly insane by the grief and sense of loss Robinson plans, studies, leans, and exacts a perfected plan that knocks off the single most loathed and hated enemy that Robinson can fathom, the mighty and conceivably untouchable mob-boss Dolan.
Once a satisfied school teacher Robinson turns into a revenge driven yet cautious man working a small, entry level road construction job to work his way into his grand scheme to capture and torment Dolan to punish him for taking his wife from him. Countless hours of research of a road atlas as well as spying on and stalking Dolan and his top of the line Cadillac, that chauffeurs him from his weekend getaways and eventually to his long awaited death buried deep below a desolate Nevada highway.
Stephen King has an almost sinister way of showing how far an innocent, regular man an can be pushed into doing what he justifies as right and turning themselves into that they would originally fear and despise.