Driving along through all the cotton fields, I finally see brush country.  As the vibrant colors fade and I start to see running water everywhere, I feel comforted because when I was growing up, I often spent most of my time fishing in the creek behind my grandpa's house.  I can already tell that I like this place.  It feels like home.

Wishing that I could take some time and just enjoy the area, I know full well that there is a man hunt on for me and my single goal in life before I ...