“The past is done, pard. Let’s go for a ride. I got one more thing to do before I call it.” Shuck stared out into the dark. His eyes watered, just as they had when he’d run the half mile back to camp, like he’d wept in his car at Christmas, chattering ...
in his elation, want to embrace, but he mistook her for festival security, juked hard, and sent her flat on her face in his dust, Biscuit stopping for a conciliatory nuzzle before charging on. ...