8 THE STEWART'S ROAD
Not a minute too soon, we pile into the van, humans, and wolf, and back the van out of the cave. We move down the roadway, and we hear the song of birds from the trees we pass. I look at Jack and spend a few moments catching him up on our little adventure.
I laugh at our quick exodus. “Sometimes, I think that helping people can be a dangerous and unappreciated activity. As I recall the past, for every ‘Thank you’ I have received for aiding a person, I have had to duck two rocks thrown with ill intent.”
The miles flash by, our van now something called a Renault Motorcross, and it has expanded into some model of recreational vehicle that Rafe did not recognize. Just as well, I need a good lounging. Jack is across the RV, doing some intricate movements with a small thr
