Doc Roberts and his friend Gonzo set out on a search for gold and lost treasure in the Mexican desert.  They head out on horse back with Gonzo’s latest invention Merlin, their secret weapon for finding gold.      

Instead of finding gold, they find trouble.  They know something’s out of kilter when they encounter a strange resort in the middle of the Mexican desert.   Their suspicion is confirmed, as they find murder, rape and perversion at a level neither had seen before. 

These guys are not spring chickens, they are both grandfathers and in their fifties. But they’re not conventional grandfathers.  They are not just thinkers- they are doers!  They report the crimes to the U.S. authorities.  Unfortunately they fail to respond or intervene. 

Doc and Gonzo are two decorated military professionals, with experience ranging from counterterrorism to air intelligence.  They are quickly faced with making decisions that send their lives spinning off on a course neither could have imagined. 

Knowing that lives are at stake and that time is of the essence, Doc and Gonzo take matters into their own hands.  They adapt and overcome.  Using their military experience, they plan the mission and create a tactical team, with Doc -the Tac Leader. 

Tac Leader-What Honor Requires combines modern military tactics and equipment, with a psychological analysis of crime and sexual deviance. This book demonstrates that ordinary people can, and do, accomplish extraordinary things.  It’s simply a case of doing -What honor requires.

Bob Anderson has vast experience as a professional speaker and trainer at the national and international levels, for both civilian and military audiences. He speaks on a variety of topics, most often being leadership, management, motivation, communication and counterterrorism.

Bob holds Ph.D.s in human resource management and safety management, as well as a Masters degree in police science and a Bachelors degree in social psychology.

He has over 30 years of military service and currently holds the rank of Chief Master Sergeant in the Air Force Reserves.  He commanded an Air Force Counterterrorism Team and held the distinguished positions of both First Sergeant and Command Chief Master Sergeant. 

He’s a qualified repel master, assistant SCUBA instructor and holds a 2^nd degree black belt in karate.  He’s an avid writer and enjoys writing books in various genres including action, adventure, leadership and self improvement.

They rode for several hours.  The morning was beautiful. Earlier, the breeze had been nice but was it was gone now. 

Their shirts were just beginning to stick to their skins.   They had taken off their denim jackets, rolled them up and tied them to the saddles with the latico straps at the base of the cantle.  Doc knew he would soon be thankful for the straw cowboy hats and bandanas they wore.   

With a silent apology to Roy Rogers, Gabby Hayes and Lash LaRue, Doc applied another handful of the SPF-40 sunscreen.  He pitched it to Gonzo who also screened up before throwing it back. 

They didn’t talk much today, Part of the reason being that they had been together for three days now.  They had pretty well covered all of the subjects they had stored up since the last visit which was about nine months ago. 

The bigger reason for the silence was that they were in awe of this country and its stark beauty.  

But for some reason, they were both feeling a bit uneasy.  For the last two hours or so, Doc could have sworn he “felt eyes” on him, but as far as he knew, they were the only people on this plateau.   Gonzo didn’t say anything, but Doc could tell he felt it too.   With a nod of agreement, they moved further apart.   They had fallen back on an old military patrol technique, called spacing.   Slowly, with about 10 yards between them, they continued to move across the plateau.

Under the guise of picture taking, Doc scanned the area with the telephoto lens, faking a shot every now and then.   Gonzo appeared to follow an eagle with his binoculars but it was not the bird he was looking for.   The only sounds were those of the hoofs of the horses and burros clip clopping along on the hard ground.   The hair on the back of Doc’s neck was standing straight up.  This always happened when he felt uncomfortable in a place.  To make things worse, his butt was really starting to hurt.

Gonzo guided his horse next to a stand of mesquite and dismounted.    Doc moved next to him, dismounted and did an exaggerated stretch that he hoped identified him as an out of shape gringo with a sore butt and no idea he was being watched.   Doc moved closer to Gonzo.

Gonzo picked up his horse’s right front hoof and was appeared to be digging out a rock.  There was no rock.   When Doc was close enough Gonzo said, “Do you see them yet?”

“Not yet.  Why do you think there is more than one?”  Doc asked.

“I can feel them on at least two sides,” Gonzo said.  “They are good enough not to be spotted but they forgot something.   A hunter never looks directly at his target; there is something extrasensory that happens when he does.”

“The target can feel you watching.” Gonzo explained.  “Remember when you were in school or in a crowd and you felt someone looking at you?  Eight times out of ten you found the person staring at you.  The rest of the time you were simply too slow – they had already looked off.” He kept fiddling with the horse’s hoof while he scanned the area in front of him.   Doc had positioned himself to face the area behind Gonzo and appeared to be taking an incredibly long drink from his canteen.  He kept the mouthpiece covered by his hand so no one could see that the screw cap was still in place.  

“Nothing to see on this side either,” Doc advised.

“Well, I guess we’ll find out who it is when they are ready to show themselves.”  Gonzo grunted. “Sure wish I had Maggie.”  Maggie was his nickel-plated Colt .357 magnum.

“Yeah, I’d feel a lot better with the Widow Maker, myself.”  Doc commented, longing for his custom 45-auto loader.  “Oh, what the hell, if you’re going to wish, wish big.   Give me a Mini –14 and three 30 round magazines.”  He laughed as they mounted back up and moved out.  

Gonzo kept peeking around but neither of them saw anything or anybody.  An hour or so before dark they topped a rise of a large hill and saw IT.   More than a house or a building, IT rose out of the ground like a small walled castle.  

“Whoa,” Doc said, “where the hell did THAT come from?”