This story's protagonist is not a hero.
Bob “Bullet” Row is a beer bellied bastard and a sun bruised boozer, spending what remains of his life hiding in corners of Earth that God forgot. There he hides from his own sins. There he waits for judgment.
Yet, judgment comes for all in the year of 1666 and before he can die Bullet is made a pawn of, and thrust into a quest of the divine. But will his swagger, grit and moxie be enough to circumnavigate a decaying desert? The dry and wretched wasteland, now as hot as Hell and plagued by the litter of Lucifer? Will a six shooter be any match against the hellhounds who stalk him? Or have the Angels placed their hopes in the wrong man and his horse. They can only have faith.