Last week we shared the opening; here's another G-rated excerpt.
Pojo stalked away, head down, sniffing at the scrubby mountain grass. He turned and in the slanting evening sunlight, the washed-out hue of his mask and saddle became more obvious against his clear tan ruff and brindled hindquarters. Along his level back, several chunks of shorter fur rippled as he circled around them at the end of the leash.
Still ignoring her.
“So he was injured? Badly?”
“Not him, no. He and his handler were sniffing out a minefield near Khost, and the handler stumbled over a tripwire. One of them bounding anti-personnel mines.” The driver rubbed the back of his neck and ducked his head. “Cut the handler in half, but Pojo only caught a few bits of stray shrapnel.”
So the dog had seen his handler killed. That sounded like trauma and not a good thing at all. People went round the bend from less. One of her team members suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder. The first time he’d flashed back, he’d had screaming fits in the hospital loud enough to be heard in the next hall over. He’d rolled out of bed, taking the bed with him. He’d had to be sat on and medicated.
One clear ray of golden sunlight splashed across Pojo, backlighting him and darkening that grey to charcoal. Then he stepped past it, nose cutting through tufts of grass and snuffling loudly. What happened when a war dog flashed back? Considering those teeth, did she want to stick around and find out?
The driver held out the leash. She didn’t want to take it. The brute on the leash’s end twisted her about somewhere deep inside. But already the red nylon was winding around her legs. If she didn’t take it, Pojo was going to tie them together, and the driver was too much a Southern country boy for her taste. She slipped her hand through the loop and stepped away.
Time to shake her down, boys.
The twist inside her tightened at the thought. In the days of sail, a newly-built ship, with a new crew and a new captain, would take a short, noncombatant cruise first thing off the stocks. The captain would feel out the ship’s behavior, the officers would sort out the crew, and the crew would learn their duties. A shakedown cruise, it was called.
She was going to shake it down with a dog that had more teeth than the law allowed, a dog with a brain that might or might not be in fully functional condition. A dog that clearly wasn’t impressed by her at all.
He still hadn’t looked at her since jumping from the SUV.
Shakedown is now available at Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, the Astraea Press website, Smashwords, and many other ebook sales sites.
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