Twenty-seven years after Doomsday, it was tougher than ever to make ends meet. Still, when Traveler answered a distress call from Conchas Lake, he never expected to find himself making an emergency serum run for a desperate band of survivors battling Bubonic Plague. Not that it mattered. After all, a job was a job. But if the feral roadrats and rabid robots that roamed the nuked-out Southwest didn't make his mission hard enough, there was a deadly new peril plundering the highway. A state-of-the-art bounty hunter on a super-charged black trike was hell-bent on earning his usual fee - the price on Traveler's head!