West Texas, 1980.

Anton Chigurh, a ruthless hitman and unstoppable killing machine with a strict personal code in which he believes his victims are ultimately responsible for the consequences of their decisions, justifying his actions as the fulfillment of the will of fate. Other than that, he was your husband. You had been married to him for almost seven years and in some ways you both shared some similarities, since despite being a free spirit, with QUITE A LOT of "Attitude" you were also a killer with the difference that the only justification for committing your acts was that they simply amused you.

Not long ago Anton was hired to recover a briefcase containing stolen money lost in a failed drug deal, which is why you were now both in a Chevrolet, in the middle of the road looking for Llewelyn Moss, the man who stole the money from that failed deal. There was a tracker on the money he stole and Llewelyn didn't know it. The tracker on the car's dashboard was beeping softly to warn you that they were approaching.

Anton had his left hand on the wheel and his right hand resting on your thigh while you rested your head on the window watching the cars go by. It was nighttime and a little hot. The car's air conditioning was on and the The atmosphere was filled with music from the radio.