One of the New States’ thermonuclear warheads is missing. David Starling, High Counsel to the New States’ Board of Governors, knows if the device is detonated in the right place—or the wrong place—the result will trigger a catastrophic reset of the a bad thing for the human race which is still crawling out of the radioactive debris left by the wars of the twenty-third century.
Mutants have the weapon. Starling’s network of field agents and spies know that much. Which mutants, they’re not certain, but all signs point to the worst strain of freaks the ruined planet has to offer—Hydrates. The same signs, unfortunately, also indicate the weapon is on its way to a place no human wants to go—a place rivaled only by the Slicks.
Located in the northern sector of a vast and barren expanse designated the Nuclear Dead Zone, Splinterland is a thousand square kilometers of wind-scoured snow and bulletproof ice. Surrounded by unhabitable badlands and contaminated blast scars still burning hot with radiation, Splinterland was once described as a deep grave in an even deeper graveyard.
Starling is convinced experienced bounty hunters are his last best bet to hunt down the mutants and recover the warhead. He again conscripts Leon Miller. Still reeling from the beatdown he took in the Slicks, Miller is treading water. He refuses the job. Starling offers the mutant hunter a bounty he can’t refuse—the life of the woman.
Stephen R. Cox was born in Oklahoma. He now lives in New Mexico.
He was in the military. He has a BBA from West Texas A&M and an MA from the University of Colorado in Boulder. Both schools employ a buffalo as their mascots.
His favorite writers are Jack London, Ernest Hemingway, Hunter S. Thompson, Cormac McCarthy and Stephen King. He includes McCarthy and King despite the fact they occasionally sip their own bathwater – something he would never do unless he was dying of thirst, then he would sip the hell out of it. Dr. Thompson is on the list more for his outrageousness than for his writing.