Intense Retribution - Chapter 2
Even after regaining consciousness, Baxter had no idea of where the pickup was headed. It was obviously being driven on primitive roads, or cross country, for his body ached all over from bouncing around against the hard bed of the pickup.
After what seemed to be a very long time, the truck stopped. He felt the weight of the tarps being removed, then the handcuffs being released from the tie down loops. Without a word being spoken, a strong pair of hands dumped him out the back of the truck, and left him laying there for a few minutes.
When his blindfold was finally removed, he saw that they were in a part of the reservation that he was completely unfamiliar with. There were no buildings. There was not even a road.
When his eyes finally found his enemy, he was stunned. If it were not for the pain he felt, Tony Baxter would have believed that it was all a dream. Standing in front of him, was something