15 FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT
“Up ’n’ at it,” someone with a gruff voice said.
I rubbed the sand and snot from the corner of my eyes to see Damn kneeling in front of me. Waking up to a skeletal face was getting oddly familiar.
“Ya need to get out of here,” he said in a hushed tone, “as in now.”
I jerked my head to see if Gee was still lying above me, but he was gone. In his place a Great Dane snored away. Considering where my head had been earlier, I prayed it was only mud on the tip of his tail.
“Yer friends are in the kitchen, waiting for you,” Damn said, helping me to my feet.
“What’s going on?” I asked, wiping away the strands of dog fur from my pants and nose. I sneezed twice in rapid succession. One of those pesky critters must’ve slept on my face all night long.
Damn scurried to t
