Free The Chameleon Soldier: NOW AS AN ALIEN BLUE HE CANNOT DIE. by D.B. Silvis

toward the sedan that had slowed down. Killian slammed the truck into the side of the sedan, and then continued down the highway. The sedan’s wheels spun, and squealed as the car accelerated after the pickup. Killian kept at a steady sixty miles per hour, he wanted them to catch him. Again the Ford sedan pulled alongside, and slammed against the pickup. When Killian saw the Indian start to point his gun, he threw the canister through their open window. The canister smashed against the sedan’s dashboard. There was a white flash as the phosphorus grenade ignited, and burst into flame. The sedan swerved back and forth, and then toward the roadside ditch, where it rolled over.
    Killian hit the brakes and stopped. He and Kip climbed out. They saw the forms of the two men in the sedan. They were on fire. Then they heard wolves howling, and two bright flashes of blue light were followed by two ribbons of blue-white smoke that rose from the burning car, and ascended into the sky.
    “What the hell was that, Killian?” shouted Kip, staring in bewilderment.
    Killian didn’t answer.
    “Killian, they changed shape, and those howls were those of a wolf.”
    “I know. I heard it,” said Killian as he got back into the pickup. “I’ll explain it to you later.”
    Kip looked at Killian. “You need to get to a hospital. You’ve been shot.”
    “Get in the pickup, Kip. We need to get out of here before the police arrive. I’m sure they have seen the explosion.”
    “But what about your gunshot wounds, Killian?”
    Killian pulled back his shirt, and showed Kip his shoulder. The gunshot wounds were already beginning to heal.
    Kip’s mouth fell open as he stared.
    “Get in, Kip. I’ll explain on the way to the ranch,” Killian urged.
    They got into the Chevy pickup and drove away. The bullet wounds continued to heal as an astonished Kip heard Killian’s story. As they drove along the dark two-lane highway, Kip tried to comprehend what Killian was telling him. He couldn’t believe what he was being told, but adding to what he has just seen it was difficult to dispute the strange story. Kip sat in silence as Killian related what had happened to him over the past years, and told him how old he really was. Kip didn’t know what to say. It all seemed impossible. However, he’d seen the two Indians, and what had happened to them. He sat as the bullet wounds to Killian’s leg and shoulder miraculously healed.
    After Killian was through telling his unbelievable story, they rode along in silence for a few miles. Kipling was stunned. He didn’t know what questions to ask. The only thing that came to Kip’s mind was something with which he was familiar.
    “What was it that you threw at them, Killian, a self-igniting phosphorus grenade?”
    “Yes, I keep a couple of SIPs in the tool kit, and to be on the safe side, in cool water. I knew that someday Lupan or his friends would find me.”
    “Christ, Killian, you sure do live dangerously.”
    Killian smiled and then explained to Kip the only thing that could kill a Blue Warrior or Blue like him was fire.
    Over the next two years, Kipling, Killian and the Freeman family enjoyed managing the successful KF Dude Ranch. Kip now knew about, and understood, what Killian had done over the past years, and what his friend’s highly unusual capabilities were.
    After three and a half years, Kip felt it was time for him to go back to his family in Virginia. When he had been honorably discharged from military service, his intention had been to go back to Virginia, and become involved in politics. He now felt he needed to follow his ambition. It was during the winter of 1948 when Kip finally left the ranch and returned home.
    After Kip left the ranch, Killian became restless. An ongoing conversation, he and Kip had had over the past couple of years, was gnawing at his mind. Kip often talked about politics. There was one issue which had particularly bothered him. It was the ill-treatment of the