Along the modern-day border between Arizona and Sonora, Mexico, the sun is brutal and the desert seems endless. The remains of Route 66 cut through abandoned mining towns, while modified pickup trucks, helicopters, AR rifles, and old Colt revolvers all exist side by side. Out here, the law is either corrupt or powerless. The old cowboy code has rotted into one simple rule: survive by hitting harder than the person coming after you.
