Inside the simple but homey little hacienda Deputy Parker called home, Ike used the bathroom and then went straight into the room Parker had showed him. The double bed was neatly made, topped with what looked like two or three bright Mexican blankets, with crisp white sheets peeking out and a couple of plump pillows, also white. He’d put Rojo down as soon as Parker left. The dog had scampered past him, sniffing around the room before he jumped onto the bed and curled up in a ball, just below the spot where the two pillows met.
Ike had to grin. His small mascot was not shy about getting comfortable. He might as well do the same. First thing, he shucked off the dingy clothes down to his Jockey shorts. Ought to shower, but he was too tired and this back room wasn’t real warm. Next, he pulled
