Shotgun, Shovels & Troubles

Here I am, still stuck in Shotgun, Colorado dealing with mountain folk who live by different rules and take pleasure poking around in everyone's private business. My boss at the DEA won't let me return to D.C.. The leader of the drug cartel is still hunting me. Fine, I don't want to die. Trouble is, I think I'm going soft. Someone shot at me. Instead of shooting back, I escaped inside an abandoned coal mine. What a place to hide, dark cave, neck deep in pickaxes and shovels. You'd think I w...