David "D.C." Collins came home from the Civil War as a decorated Confederate soldier, but he carried the physical and emotional wounds of war. His rage and hate were fueled by the South's submission to the North, but his soul slowly healed when he found the love of his life. For the first time in David's life, he knew true happiness as a husband and father, until that fateful night the demons came. David's world was shattered and he was changed forever, but the hunters would become the hunted. Behold I saw a rider on a pale horse, the rider was death and hell followed with him.