Cover design by Lori Stevens.

For my wife and daughter. I have found the ones that my soul truly loves.

Chapter 1

Special, he thought. I always knew I was special.

His face contorted into a painful grimace as he tried to pull the linen shirt off. Much as he expected, the loose cloth was practically fused into his now dry wound. Working what little saliva was left around in his mouth, he lifted one dirt and blood encrusted hand to his lips and spit. Not good, he said to himself – the meager amount of liquid pooling in the spaces between his fingers had streaks of red in it.

One thing at a time, he reminded himself. First I get this bullet out, then I worry about the rest.

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