Trained to deal with threats ranging from armed poachers to grizzly bears and mountain lions, it took a lot to spook one of them. That in itself was enough to pique Rhane’s interest. “Try me,” he said. Jackson hesitated. Then he shook his head. “Probably been watchin’ one too many monster movies. If you have a gun I suggest you keep it with ya…especially at night.” He held up his left hand. It was heavily bandaged. “Shoot first. Wait until morning to find out whatcha killed.” Rhane nodded, hoping the officer’s words didn’t explain the uneasy feeling he’d gotten earlier. “Thanks for the warning.” He added as Jackson put the truck in gear, “Keep an eye on that wound. Animals tend to carry nasty diseases.” Jackson nodded curtly and hit the accelerator. The pickup sped off, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. Rhane didn’t move until it was well out of sight. “I can see why you would hide from him.” He looked down. The large canine was sitting at his feet, waiting expectantly.
