“They’ll be happier sleeping, trust me. They’re pretty lazy, and more importantly, I don’t want them to go after a badger.”
“Oh, yeah, that’d probably be bad news, huh?”
Fang handed me a flashlight and a couple of small plaid blankets, then collected a thermos and mug, a notebook, a second flashlight, and his cell phone and, after making sure the one window that functioned was rolled down, told the dogs to go to sleep.
“Will they be OK with the window down like that?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder as we crossed a fallow field toward the dark line of woods that jutted out into the field like an accusatory finger. “Anyone could steal them. Or your car.”
“Really?” he asked, c*****g an eyebrow.
I thought for a minute. “Yeah, I see what you mean. The car ... yeah. But the dogs are ano
