Chapter 11
“Is this really going to work?” Cole asked Monday morning when Ky pulled the car to a stop in a parking space behind a gas station, not too far from the campground.
“It better. It’s our last, best hope, as far as I can see.”
They got out of the car and walked into the trees at the back of the lot, where Ky shifted, waiting for Cole collar him and attach the leash. Then Cole and Bull began what appeared to be a casual stroll from there to the road and down it toward the campground.
Bull sniffed the air, telling Cole as he did, ::There are a few dogs there. So far, I can’t tell if any of them are part of Marsham’s pack.::
::How will you know?::
Bull chuckled in Cole’s mind. ::The first clue will be if they’re Bullmastiffs.::
::No duh. I mean…::
::If we run into one, I’ll t
