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Six days before Baer Creighton cut down a cabal of dogfighters, a 16-year-old girl disappeared while walking home from school in Asheville, North Carolina. Witnesses later claimed they saw her in the back of a police car. Twenty-five years before that, an illegal fireworks plant blew up in Benton, Tennessee, killing 11, and raining M100 firecrackers over half a county. A few days later, a 13-year-old boy learned his highest calling was murder.

Ever since his brother electrocuted him as a boy, Baer Creighton feels an electric tingle when people lie to him. He lives in the woods, stills unrivaled moonshine, and limits human contact to regular buyers, his niece Mae, and her three kids. It’s a good life, sharing humor and philosophy with his sole companion Fred, a back-sassin' pit bull getting on in years, until Fred goes missing then arrives dumped in a ditch, a victim of a local dog-fighting ring. Armed with a Smith & Wesson, audacity, and a moonshiner's know-how, Baer hunts the dog thief.

Luke Graves turned the family butcher business into an empire by cutting fat off the ledger as well as he cut meat off the bone. He also learned many men sold beef, but few sold girls and boys. Demand was high - especially for the ones with brown skin - and supply, small. One evening, returning to Williams, Arizona, a chavo bolts the truck and runs for the plain. Cephus Graves takes him down with a deer rifle...In the woods 200 yards away, Baer Creighton looks up from his fire. He has a nose for evil men and he’s found a clan of them. But he’s met his match in Luke Graves.

With Baer Creighton hidden inside a mountain, Stinky Joe survives the wild Flagstaff winter alone. But with first melt, he succumbs to warm broth and sleeping pills, placed at the doorstep of a scheming prostitute at the vortex of a politician looking for an issue, a money-launderer wielding leverage, and his 83 year old meth-dealing target. Stinky Joe learned as a pup: don’t ever bite a man. He’ll beat you near death. But cornered in a bath tub by a pothead with a gun, Joe goes outlaw.

Nick Fister's the winningest ultra-runner ever, but he's paid a price. His daughter Tuesday took her own life. His wife is sleeping with his crew chief, Floyd. And his "greatest fan" - an ex-Marine sniper - has progressed from creepy stalker to deadly menace. Nick's chosen Death Valley's Badwater 135 as the brutal capstone to his career. When Floyd fails to show at race start, Nick begins without him - and hears shortly later Floyd was stabbed to death the night before. Nick Fister always wins, and his relentless focus keeps him in the race.

The girls yammer all the way to Colorado and Baer's ready for a change. Stinky Joe concurs. But a random Rocky Mountain storm combines with a slippy transmission to force Baer to the side of the road to be rescued by an unwitting cop with a secret. Sometimes good men contemplate evil out of love. Sometimes they need an accomplice with backwood skills...and a reputation that precedes him. Sometimes they're a day late.

Picking up the story with Baer on the road to North Carolina and Tat and Corazon in the motel with the hot tub, disaster is moments away. Baer, audiobook number six, is packed with more action, wit, and destruction than any audiobook in the series so far. It's more brutal, more funny, more heartbreaking, and more enlightening.

Shirley Lyle hooks for a living. She’s a big girl who keeps her profile low. But when a drug lord and his son toss her trailer, she adds a couple letters to her name. Now, she’s killed the drug lord’s son and two meth zombies. Fed up, ready to set fire to her past, her job - and her trailer - she’s dragged back into the role she’s forsworn by a man who presses her buttons with a hammer. Shirley realizes she’ll never be more than a 400-pound hooker. But when her partner-in-revolution, Ulyana the Ukrainian stripper, disappears, Shirley puts flame to fuse.

Lester Toungate has a six-foot problem named Shirley Lyle. The only way he can return to his drug lord duties with a clear mind: kill her - and Ulyana the Ukrainian stripper....FBI special agent Joe Smith stands to lose his career and his freedom. Joe Smith doesn’t merely have a Shirley Lyle problem. He has a Shirley and Ulyana problem. The solution? Murder both women...Russian mob boss Vanko Demyan, convinced Shirley, Ulyana, and Lester are in cahoots against him, assigns his best assassin a simple task: Execute all three, and do it in the daylight. Make a splash.

Solomon Bull is the son of a rebel who died in the '80s fighting for the American Indian Movement. He trains for an Arizona race called Desert Dog, designed to shred a man, while using monkey-wrench tactics to unseat a corrupt senator. Pursued by a smoking-hot agent from the Treasury's Terrorism and Financial Intelligence office, a doe-like prostitute with burn marks on her back and a sick story about a demented senator, and by Cal Barrett - Desert Dog organizer and brain behind Operation Guillotine - Solomon Bull has a difficult choice and no time to make it.

With an FBI sting on his misfit secessionist group closing in, Nat Cinder blasts from Flagstaff to Phoenix on his Triumph Rocket motorcycle. Soon he stumbles onto a packet of photos showing Governor Virginia Rentier lustily paired with three high-ranking women in state government. Though Cinder and the governor clashed 16 years before when his wife died in a car accident, Cinder prefers to keep his dislike of Rentier focused on her politics. But when the bullets fly, Nat asks questions, and learns his sudden war with the governor traces back 16 years.

With Shirley’s son Brass kidnapped by Vanko Demyan’s father, a man so ancient everyone’s forgotten his name, Shirley has no choice but to speed to Phoenix, acquire a bunch of AK-47’s, and go toe to toe with the entire Demyan crime family. When Shirley receives a text with a photo showing Brass positioned with his head on a bandsaw table, Shirley wants an Old West showdown. But Viva Shirley offers a better path...Hunt them one by one. It works, until it doesn’t.