been eaten two
minutes ago.”
“Don’t worry about
it, Corp,” Bunker said, while giving Daniels a pat on the arm,
almost knocking him over.
“If you two start
making out, I’m going to shoot both of you.” Destiny said with a
smile.
Daniels chuckled and
looked at his watch, “We’ve been gone a while, we better get back
to the group before they start to worry. We can inventory all this
stuff when we get back to the office.”
Chapter 11
By the time Cowboy and
I got back, Luther had all but one of the shopping carts loaded into
the jeep. The last one was filled with an assortment of blankets and
clothes, things that would come in handy with the cold weather
coming.
“Let’s get that
thing loaded,” Cowboy snapped.
Luther shook his head,
“Can’t. Jeep’s full.”
“What?” Cowboy
said, looking inside the jeep, “There’s still room on the back
seat, put it there.”
“I can’t put it
there,” Luther said, “that’s where I sit.”
We drove back in
silence. A few times a minute, I’d glance at Cowboy. He stared
straight ahead like he didn’t have a care in the world. With our
current situation, I couldn’t keep silent, “You know, we didn’t
need all that stuff?”
“I disagree, hoss.
Even if you’re right, it’s better to be safe than to be sorry. We
may need those extra blankets and clothes. Leaving them behind could
have turned out to be a bad idea.”
“I think Luther would
disagree with that,” I smirked.
Cowboy thought about it
for a moment, “Well, let me ask him what he thinks.”
Cowboy stuck his head
out of the Jeep window and twisted his body toward the roof, “Hey,
Luther, you think it was a good idea grabbing the extra supplies?”
I couldn’t hear what
Luther’s response was, but I knew he wasn’t very happy a few
minutes earlier when Cowboy told him he was riding on the roof.
We took our time
getting back to the highway where we were meeting back up with the
rest of the group. We had been gone less than an hour; well before
the two-hour mark I had given Chevy. Contrary to popular belief, I
didn’t want Luther flying off the roof at any speed. I was sure the
group would get a kick out of seeing Luther when we pulled in.
I gave Cowboy a smack
on his arm to get his attention, and pointed to the group, as we got
close, “Watch their faces when we pull in.”
To my surprise, nobody
even noticed Luther. They were all on the far side of the wrecked
Humvee.
Mom and Sidara were
yelling and pointing at something. We started to get nervous and
wondered what the hell was going on. I slammed on the brakes and
hopped out, forgetting about Luther until he slid down the windshield
face first. Cowboy sensed there was something wrong and jumped out
with his rifle out and up. It wasn’t until I came around the Humvee
I realized they were all laughing. When I saw the reason, I had to
smile too. Sage was throwing a ball to a silver haired dog. The thing
raced across the median, grabbed the ball, and ran back just as fast.
Everyone was cheering and clapping. It was the first time I’d seen
the entire group smile.
“What is that,
Cowboy? A lab?” I asked.
“I don’t think so,
hoss. I think it’s a Weimaraner.”
“Hey, glad you made
it,” Chevy called out when he saw us.
“Looks like you guys
found a new friend,” I said watching the dog sprint across the
grass.
“Yeah, we were
packing up the Humvee, and she came out of the woods. She even had
her own ball.”
“She?” I asked.
“Yeah, your mom says
it’s a girl. We’ve been calling her Charger.”
“Why would you name a
girl, Charger?”
“Your mom came up
with the idea. She said Charger was sleek and fast, and it reminded
her of your dad’s car.”
“Looks like everyone
likes her,” I said.
“She’s a hit with
the whole crew,” Chevy said as he tugged the ball out of her mouth.
I walked up to my mom
and gave her a hug.
“Any problems at the
mall?” she asked.
“None at all,”
minutes ago.”
“Don’t worry about
it, Corp,” Bunker said, while giving Daniels a pat on the arm,
almost knocking him over.
“If you two start
making out, I’m going to shoot both of you.” Destiny said with a
smile.
Daniels chuckled and
looked at his watch, “We’ve been gone a while, we better get back
to the group before they start to worry. We can inventory all this
stuff when we get back to the office.”
Chapter 11
By the time Cowboy and
I got back, Luther had all but one of the shopping carts loaded into
the jeep. The last one was filled with an assortment of blankets and
clothes, things that would come in handy with the cold weather
coming.
“Let’s get that
thing loaded,” Cowboy snapped.
Luther shook his head,
“Can’t. Jeep’s full.”
“What?” Cowboy
said, looking inside the jeep, “There’s still room on the back
seat, put it there.”
“I can’t put it
there,” Luther said, “that’s where I sit.”
We drove back in
silence. A few times a minute, I’d glance at Cowboy. He stared
straight ahead like he didn’t have a care in the world. With our
current situation, I couldn’t keep silent, “You know, we didn’t
need all that stuff?”
“I disagree, hoss.
Even if you’re right, it’s better to be safe than to be sorry. We
may need those extra blankets and clothes. Leaving them behind could
have turned out to be a bad idea.”
“I think Luther would
disagree with that,” I smirked.
Cowboy thought about it
for a moment, “Well, let me ask him what he thinks.”
Cowboy stuck his head
out of the Jeep window and twisted his body toward the roof, “Hey,
Luther, you think it was a good idea grabbing the extra supplies?”
I couldn’t hear what
Luther’s response was, but I knew he wasn’t very happy a few
minutes earlier when Cowboy told him he was riding on the roof.
We took our time
getting back to the highway where we were meeting back up with the
rest of the group. We had been gone less than an hour; well before
the two-hour mark I had given Chevy. Contrary to popular belief, I
didn’t want Luther flying off the roof at any speed. I was sure the
group would get a kick out of seeing Luther when we pulled in.
I gave Cowboy a smack
on his arm to get his attention, and pointed to the group, as we got
close, “Watch their faces when we pull in.”
To my surprise, nobody
even noticed Luther. They were all on the far side of the wrecked
Humvee.
Mom and Sidara were
yelling and pointing at something. We started to get nervous and
wondered what the hell was going on. I slammed on the brakes and
hopped out, forgetting about Luther until he slid down the windshield
face first. Cowboy sensed there was something wrong and jumped out
with his rifle out and up. It wasn’t until I came around the Humvee
I realized they were all laughing. When I saw the reason, I had to
smile too. Sage was throwing a ball to a silver haired dog. The thing
raced across the median, grabbed the ball, and ran back just as fast.
Everyone was cheering and clapping. It was the first time I’d seen
the entire group smile.
“What is that,
Cowboy? A lab?” I asked.
“I don’t think so,
hoss. I think it’s a Weimaraner.”
“Hey, glad you made
it,” Chevy called out when he saw us.
“Looks like you guys
found a new friend,” I said watching the dog sprint across the
grass.
“Yeah, we were
packing up the Humvee, and she came out of the woods. She even had
her own ball.”
“She?” I asked.
“Yeah, your mom says
it’s a girl. We’ve been calling her Charger.”
“Why would you name a
girl, Charger?”
“Your mom came up
with the idea. She said Charger was sleek and fast, and it reminded
her of your dad’s car.”
“Looks like everyone
likes her,” I said.
“She’s a hit with
the whole crew,” Chevy said as he tugged the ball out of her mouth.
I walked up to my mom
and gave her a hug.
“Any problems at the
mall?” she asked.
“None at all,”
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