Mark Walker grew up in the Southern Appalachians. He knew most of the ridge lines like the back of his hand, often using his worn knuckles to describe how 'these mountains' looked to anyone who asked. Deriving from both Scots-Irish and Cherokee stock, Walker was about as native as one could get and his familial roots ran deep into the very hills he called home. After spending much of his adult life abroad or in the military, Walker finally returns.
Over 20 years, the rural and friendly nature of those very mountains had changed. Monied, and often biased, migrants from the North East began to pile in soon after 9-11, buying up much of the land and displacing the native population.
The very nature of the Appalachians had begun to morph into an unrecognizable form.
However, God is not without his tools to set things back in balance. A crashing economy, petroleum shortage and pending world war are about to even up the odds. Still, Walker - a fair man in many regards - tries to warn anyone he can about the coming crisis that is soon to envelope the area. Despite the writing on the walls, most fail to heed his warnings and begin to prepare.
Over 20 years, the rural and friendly nature of those very mountains had changed. Monied, and often biased, migrants from the North East began to pile in soon after 9-11, buying up much of the land and displacing the native population.
The very nature of the Appalachians had begun to morph into an unrecognizable form.
However, God is not without his tools to set things back in balance. A crashing economy, petroleum shortage and pending world war are about to even up the odds. Still, Walker - a fair man in many regards - tries to warn anyone he can about the coming crisis that is soon to envelope the area. Despite the writing on the walls, most fail to heed his warnings and begin to prepare.