Left to Die
Chapter One
"Goddamn, son of a bitch."
Ivor Hicks usually didn't mind the cold, but he didn't
like the thought that he was being forced to hike in this
section of the mountains after the recent blizzard. For the
love of God, there could be an avalanche if he coughed
too hard, and he was liable to 'cause his lungs felt heavy,
as if he might be coming down with something.
Probably from the damned aliens, he decided, though
he quickly rid himself of the thought. Criminy, no one
wanted to believe that he'd been abducted in the late
seventies, used for an experiment that involved his
lungs, blood and testicles. The blasted ETs had left his
drained and exhausted body in a snowbank two miles
from his mountain home. When he'd come out of the
drug-induced coma, he'd found himself half frozen,
lying in his jockey shorts, an empty bottle of rye whiskey
on the other side of a hollowed-out log that was home
to a porcupine and beetles. But not one of them damned
law enforcement boys wanted to listen to him.
At the time, the deputy he'd complained to, a smart-ass
kid of about thirty, hadn't even bothe ... read full excerpt from Left To Die ebook
