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174 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2004
He released my neck and turned, as if to run, presenting me with his flank. I shouldn’t have fallen for it. Only the most incompetent wolf would turn from his opponent like that. I was young, though, young and hopeful.
When Jeremy turned, I scrambled up and dove at his flank. At the last second, he dropped to the ground and I flew over his back and pitched muzzle-first into the ground. While I lay there, sulking with a noseful of dirt . . .
The car ride itself was uneventful. I clung to the door handle, closed my eyes, screamed now and then, but only sent Jeremy swerving into opposing traffic once.
At the time, it seemed to me that Jeremy was spending a lot of time with a piece of plastic pressed against his ear, talking to himself. Which was fine by me. We all have our eccentricities. Jeremy liked talking to plastic; I liked hunting and eating the rats that ventured into the motel room. Or, at least I did like hunting and eating the rats, until Jeremy caught me and promptly kiboshed that hobby. Some of us are less tolerant of eccentricities than others.
Jeremy and I were in the backyard replacing a section of stone wall that had crumbled over the winter. Actually, Jeremy wasn’t so much fixing it with me as in spite of me. I’d already knocked two stones out of the fresh mortar, one of which had landed on Jeremy’s foot. But I wanted to help, and enthusiasm always overruled ability with Jeremy.