There were no women left. After the war, Cole Tanner was pretty damn certain they were all dead. Hell, he and his strike team hadn't seen one in years. But then there she was. A woman alone, standing in the middle of his road. She looked so haunting, so hungry and dirty. He was going to help her, really he was. Then she leveled the gun at him. Damsel in distress? Apparently not. But that didn't change things. No, she still needed Cole's team, same as they needed her. And Cole was nothing if not good at convincing people to follow him. Or at least, he used to be. So he'd try his hand one more time, and hope like hell she didn't pull that trigger.