There are borders and then there are borders. Between right and wrong. Between Texas and Mexico. The first is a joke to Dodd Raines, the second a payday. Then theres the borders hes made. Between himself and his estranged daughter, the border patrol agent. Between himself and his one-time employers. And theres another border, one he cares about even less than the Rio Grande: the border between life and death. Used to, the shadow Dodd Raines cast when he stood dripping from that water - it was the shadow of a fugitive. But now that fugitives coming home, and the shadow hes casting? Its got rabbit ears. Listen, you can hear the chupacabras padding along beside him - their new master. Hes that big guy in the hood, slouching out by the gas pumps. Walking north, for justice. Austins never seen anything like Dodd Raines, and never will again.