Why I Fight

Wyatt Reaves takes the seat next to you, bloodied and soaking wet, and he is a big-fisted beast. Tell him to stretch out like an X across asphalt and you''ve got a parking space. But Wyatt''s been taking it lying down for too long, and he is NOT happy.

Since he turned twelve and a half, he''s been living with his uncle, a traveling salesman of mysterious agenda and questionable intent. Soon, Unc...