He had no past and no future, only the long open road ahead of him. What would he find there, other than danger and violence? Sometimes a shred of memory, dark and fearful, gave him a hint of what he'd once been. Now he was just a loner. Darkness shrouded his heart and mind. With a trunkful of guns and a tankful of gas, he was Driving Hell's Highway! Hard-boiled crime in the 1950s paperback tradition.
