Chapter Fourteen
He was running, pounding the ground in his cowboy boots. “Don’t you dare die, do you hear me? You stay with me. I swear to God, dog, what the hell were you thinking…?” He could see his Jeep and realized Billy Jo was behind him, running in bare feet, looking a mess, sweaty, dirty. His heart was breaking because the dog was bleeding. He knew the bullet was still in there. He wanted to kill that man with his bare hands, as his dog had been trying to save him.
“Go, go!” Billy Jo yelled at him. “Is he breathing? How is he?”
“Stay with me,” he said to the dog as he struggled to hold him. He whimpered, and Mark feared he’d never make it.
Billy Jo was right behind him when he reached the Jeep. “Put him on my lap, Mark,” she yelled as she ran and climbed in the passenger side.
