24
The shuttle they took out to the prairie had been designed for shipping things, not people. The back was all one open space with nowhere to sit but the floor, and even that was treacherous given the pilot’s penchant for sudden turns and the general choppiness of the air over the mountain range.
Scout had put the dogs back in their crate but was sitting next to them with her fingers through the openings. She couldn’t see them, but she could feel Shadow l*****g her almost continuously. The calmer Gert would occasionally lick at one of her other fingers as if wondering what Shadow found so fascinating.
Scout grabbed for the little notch in the floor next to her hip as the shuttle dropped like a rock for several seconds before emerging from the air pocket. The notch was designed to tie o
