Birthright
Chapter One
The Antietam Creek Project came to a rude halt when the blade of Billy
Younger's backhoe unearthed the first skull.
It was an unpleasant surprise for Billy himself, who'd been squatting in
the cage of his machine, sweating and cursing in the vicious July heat. His
wife was staunchly opposed to the proposed subdivision and had given him
her usual high-pitched lecture that morning while he'd tried to eat his fried
eggs and link sausage.
For himself, Billy didn't give a rat's ass one way or the other about the
subdivision. But a job was a job, and Dolan was paying a good wage. Almost
good enough to make up for Missy's constant bitching.
Damn nagging had put him off his breakfast, and a man needed a good
breakfast when he was going to be working his tail off the rest of the day.
And what he had managed to slurp up before Missy nagged away his
appetite was sitting uneasily in his gut, stewed, he thought bitterly, in the
goddamn wet heat.
He rammed the controls, had the satisfaction of knowing his machine
would never bitch his ears off for trying to do the job. Nothing suited Billy
better, even in the god-awf ... read full excerpt from Birthright ebook
