4 Meet the Wolf
Tom drove for about another four hundred miles without significant incident. He stopped twice to fill up the gas tank, stopping at Quik-Trip stations getting fuel, buying food and using the restrooms. For some odd reason, there was always an area suitable for Bailey to walk about located behind every Quik-Trip that Tom had ever seen. It would seem that chance would occasionally dictate that the stations would be backed by a car wash or a grocery store, but it never seemed to be the case.
They finally arrived at a town which proudly proclaimed itself to be ‘Middletown,’ and which didn’t appear anywhere on Tom’s map, and should have been one of the outlying cities in the San Antonio area, but wasn’t. It didn’t seem to fit into the area and time that he expected. For instanc
