Warning—this excerpt contains profanity and is for mature audiences.

Eddie didn't intend to shoot the guy. Didn't mean to rob him either. What happened was—

The Devils Tiger


In West Texas where Jacob Trace made his way toward a dry camp after a fruitless day trailing a mountain lion, September dusk brought little relief from the heat and his mule kicked up dust from the parched, cracked earth. In Houston where Randolph Morgan, assistant director of the North American Zoological Association, and bored reporters awaited the arrival of World Air 17, dusk was hardly noticeable in the warm blanket of fog that wrapped the city.

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