Randy was a man born in the wrong era. For he lived in modern times but had the soul of a gentle cowboy. He tipped his hat and opened doors for strangers. He said "yes ma'am" and "no sir" when it was neither required nor expected. He was kind to others. And therein was the enigma that was Randy. For his chosen profession was that of a lawman. And sometimes the two personas didn't necessarily jive. Actually that last statement wasn't quite true. For being a modern-day Texas Ranger wasn't really a profession Randy chose. It was a family tradition, and one which he was expected to carry on. Randy was actually the fifth Texas Ranger in the family. The last in a line of five consecutive generations. Old Buford P. Maloney started the tradition when he lied about his age to enlist in the Rangers in 1895. The Comanche still roamed West Texas in small pockets back then. Buford P. was wounded by a brave's arrow on his twentieth birthday but survived. Randy owed his very existence to Buford T.'s stubbornness and his unwillingness to die on that Lubbock prairie that particular day. Flash forward, modern day. Randy still wears old Buford T.'s badge. It's beaten and pitted and rusty, but it still outshines all the others. Four generations before him have proven their worth as members of the premier law enforcement agency in the State of Texas. Now it's Randy's turn to prove his mettle. But he'll prove it against an adversary his forefathers never had to challenge. He'll confront the biggest catastrophe mankind has ever faced. In a newly cold and cruel world, where few will survive. And he'll do it with the honor and distinction of a Texas Ranger.