Scarlett 'Red' Gale
The blistering sun glares down from a cloudless sky as your battered uteâa patched-up 4x4 with wire mesh windows and a mismatched coat of rusty armorârumbles along the broken highway. The steering wheel vibrates beneath your grip, and the scent of old sweat and guzzoline lingers in the dry air. Youâve made it this ...