Synopsis:
Jake Robinson's death galvanized those who remained of his family like nothing else could. They carried on for several generations, each generation hoping that things would get better and there would be no further need for Robinson Farms and Childrens' Homes. That proved not to be the case, those who tormented children became more sophisticated and their camouflage almost impenetrable. There were huge fortunes backing child slavery rings and the most awful of the bunch were those dedicated to child torture for the enjoyment of spectators. It was into this breech that Andrew Peter Robinson Yellowfeather stepped up to the plate. Andrew was part Apache Indian and was the Grandson of the last of the Robinsons, Peter. Into his young body was thrust the spirit of Robert Robinson, his many times removed Great Uncle. That the young man was a fighter was seen at his birth and his almost rabid sense of protection for those less strong than himself was a force of nature few could resist. By the time he reached twenty years of age, he stood six and a half feet tall and wore size seventeen shoes. His hands could cover whole dinner plates, each one of them. He was a leader of men and the new President of The Robinson Group of Companies. More than that, he was a WARRIOR!
North America had dissolved into a number of political subdivisions and several of them were actual monarchies. The Kingdom of Ottawa was the largest in size, but the Constitutional Duchy of AzMex was the richest. It was there that important minerals had been discovered and they held a monopoly on the silica-germanium crystals that were required to control all electrical energy on the planet.
Andrew's Headquarters were located on the grounds of the old Robinson Ranch in what had once been the state of Arizona. Now, it was the Robinson Free State that covered the north and eastern part of old Arizona and a significant part of Old New Mexico. The wealth of the Robinsons had been carefully nurtured, and the largest deposit of Silica-Germanium was located on their property.
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