Author Description

I’m a retired DEA field agent in San Francisco. I recruit old guys like me into my network. Guys who are tired of violent criminals who commit vicious acts against the innocent, only to thwart justice.As I see it, they don’t get a free pass simply because the legal system fucked up. My team members are at death’s door with terminal illnesses or nothing left to live for. Willing to die or spend their final few month's in a prison infirmary, they want their death to have meaning, to right a wrong, to have their swan song. They call me Hoss. I’m old, cantankerous, and deadly. And I hunt bad men. If you come up on my list, best get yourself one last steak dinner and a five-hundred-dollar hooker. Warning: You won’t find this novel on any church-approved reading list. It isn’t for the devout or pacifist. It’s got smoking, cussing, taking of the Lord’s name, swearing, spitting, fornication, murder, revenge, blatant disregard of traffic laws, and shotgun incendiary rounds affectionately known as Dragon's Breath. As always, a voluptuous redhead is involved. First Chapter Sampling - “I want somebody dead.” “You got me wrong. I don’t do that.” He sits, quiet. I sip my coffee. “So, this somebody,” I ask, “...what’d he do that he should be dead?” “He took my granddaughter. He murdered her.” “Sounds like you know who he is.” “They said he’s done this before.” “How come you don’t whack him yourself?” I ask. “I can’t. God knows I want to. I wouldn’t know how to go about it.” “What’s so hard? You walk up and stick a gun in his face. It’s not rocket surgery.” Leaning back in my seat, I look him over again. I take a sip of coffee. The old gentleman watches me. We don’t talk. I stare out the window. A pretty woman in heels and a hurry clip clops past. “Here’s what I’ll do,” I tell him, dealing him a business card. It’s white with nothing but a phone number embossed in raised black lettering on the front. I thump it w