Luke came to Flockton after the post-collapse chaos had settled down. Most people there were, well, wet. But peaceful. And as one of the six Federated Villages Flockton was set up for a bright future. That was just what he needed. He’d had his fill both of war and being the guy who always stood up to scrotes and scumbags. He’d never do that again. Luke had vowed never to forget how the self-righteous suits had punished him for protecting the innocent. In any case, ferals and villains were almost extinct now, so they said anyway.

Luke made a comfortable living supplying Flockton with wild meat and game. He thought he was content, that his life was as good as it was ever going to get. Then he met Hera. Best thing that ever happened to him.

So when the worst predator he’d ever encountered set up a casino, brothel, drug den and who knew what else just outside the trade zone and proceeded to threaten, beat up, fleece and extort the villagers, Luke wasn’t going to stick his sheepdog’s nose in again only to have it bitten off. Not by the wolf but the ungrateful, deluded sheep. Let the so-called leaders sort it out.