Chapter Fifty-Seven
Following the incident with the alligator, someone with an assault rifle escorted Jenny every time she walked Wilbur. They’d become quite fond of him, and no one wanted to see him become some gator’s lunch.
They were getting back in the vehicles following the latest stop, and the drivers swapped places as necessary. As always, some people changed where they were riding.
Chief scooped up the pup and looked at his owner. “Okay if he rides with me?”
Ever since the thunderstorm, the dog hadn’t been his enthusiastic self. He wanted someone to hold him more than usual.
Jenny wasn’t surprised by Chief’s request. When not driving, Chief often sat with Wilbur on his lap. Before she could answer, he looked at Kara. “Find a new ride. Wilbur and Jenny are with us.”
“Dad!” Kar
