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Chicken Ranch: Hunger
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CHICKEN RANCH:
HUNGER
Amanda Young
www.loose-id.com
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Chicken Ranch: Hunger
Amanda Young
This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical
events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the
product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to
actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely
coincidental.
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Copyright © July 2009 by Amanda Young
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Editor: Jana J. Hanson
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Chapter One
Without money for a cab or the gonads to hitchhike, what should have been a
fifteen-minute drive to the countryside took Declan Mayo almost two hours by foot. A
light mist of rain began long before he made it to the muddy driveway leading up to
Chicken Ranch. His head and shoulders felt more damp than wet, but his sneakers
squished with water thanks to all the puddles he'd stepped in along the way.
The sign above the entrance wasn't huge or well lit, as he'd half expected from an
establishment of ill repute. It looked much like any other discreet title carved into a
wooden placard above the many ranches and farms in the area. No one would give it a
second look, which he supposed was kind of the point. Keeping things low-key would
be essential to any illicit business.
With a ragged sigh, he started up the darkened lane. Every step made the blisters
on his heels burn like fire from where his shoes had rubbed his skin raw. As much as he
would've liked to turn around and run in the opposite direction, he didn't have many
options. Pride didn't make him any less homeless or fill the empty ache of a stomach
that had gone too long without sustenance. Going back the way he'd come would only
mean another long night on a hard park bench, worrying about whether he'd be
accosted in his sleep or arrested for something he couldn't help.
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