Captain Jack Bowie of the Texas Regular Army thought he and his Rough Riders were in for nothing more than a routine patrol--until he picked up a valuable prisoner of war and found himself caught up in a fight with the savage Steel Wolf Renegades and enmeshed in a deadly plot to destroy the Texas Alliance.
 

    Captain Jack Bowie accelerated his bike to fifty, making the engine growl louder and the dust fly harder from his wheels as they ground at the dry grass.  The breeze also intensified, helping to wipe away the sweat that covered his bronzed skin.  His Rough Riders accelerated to match his speed, and Bowie heard someone–Abe, he thought–let out a whoop.  The open plains stretched before them, glowing beneath the light of the Texas sun.
    The war against New America had been going on for twenty years now, on and off.  Bowie hadn’t been old enough to vote when the split had happened, when Red and Blue had gone their separate ways with plenty of venom on both sides over the election of ‘32, but he had been a soldier all his adult life.  Now, hostilities with the Blushies had caught fire after almost a year of quiet, and there was a jamming field laid down all over northern Texas that stopped most long-range communications.  Just about every bike squadron in the Texas Regular Army was out patrolling, and the border forts were on the alert.  There were also rumors of Renegades in the area, bands of lawless men who didn’t care for anything but their own ideas of justice, which generally involved murdering Blushies.  Bowie kept his eyes open for any sign of either enemy.  
    Suddenly, something flashed at Bowie’s eyes on the plain ahead, to the left of a broad hill.  Something metal besides the Rough Rider motorcycles was out in the desert.  Another group of Texas Regular Army bikers out on patrol, some unmapped hermitage, or something more sinister?