BURIED ALIVE He clawed his way out of a grave with no name, no past-only the gun in his hand and the fire in his gut. The desert gave him back to the world, broken and half-dead, with no memory of who he was or why someone had gone to such trouble to bury him alive. His hands knew how to draw iron, his instincts knew where the danger lived-and the danger knew him. As he follows the faint trail of a life stolen, each day brings more questions than answers, and every face hides a secret.
A child clutching a rag doll. A shadowy figure eager to see him dead. A name whispered in fear, one that stirs something deep inside. Who was he before the grave? And more importantly-what did he do to deserve it?
BURIED ALIVE He clawed his way out of a grave with no name, no past-only the gun in his hand and the fire in his gut. The desert gave him back to the world, broken and half-dead, with no memory of who he was or why someone had gone to such trouble to bury him alive. His hands knew how to draw iron, his instincts knew where the danger lived-and the danger knew him. As he follows the faint trail of a life stolen, each day brings more questions than answers, and every face hides a secret.
A child clutching a rag doll. A shadowy figure eager to see him dead. A name whispered in fear, one that stirs something deep inside. Who was he before the grave? And more importantly-what did he do to deserve it?