Travel writer Trek stops in a small New Mexico town for gas only to have his car and dog Commando stolen while he’s in the quick stop. As much as he loves his restored 1959 Plymouth Fury, he loves his rescued Pit Bull even more. As any robbed person would, he calls the cops. The officer who shows up is gruff at first but soon reveals his kind and caring side. Commando bites the thief enough to cause him to crash before he reaches the freeway. Now without wheels, Trek has problems. And the bite creates an added one -- Commando has to be in quarantine for two weeks and cannot leave the county! Since Trek won’t leave him, what happens now? Dan is a country boy at heart, and shy when he isn’t able to hide in his uniform. Dashing and 28e Trek fascinates but also scares him. Still he is moved to make the visitor’s mandatory stay in Alamo Junction as pleasant as possible. Soon some benefits come with the new friendship. Still, two weeks pass too fast putting Trek on the road again. Dan had never realized how lonely he’s been. Now he does and even the sweet dog he adopts doesn’t really ease the pain. Does he dare to hope that Trek may pass his way again?

Dogjacked

Mickey Guinn shook his head. “Oh man, what a bummer. That pretty car, all fucked-up. What happened?”


“Some doofus tried to steal it, didn’t see the owner’s dog inside. I guess the dog didn’t want to go riding with a stranger. Bit the guy’s ear until he crashed.”


Slapping his greasy leg, Mickey laughed. “Craziest thing I ever heard.” Then he sobered. “Where do you want me to take the car?”


“Sheriff’s lot for now. Here, you may as well meet the owner.”


Trek ambled over, leading Commando. “While it’s too late to say be careful with her, I’d be grateful if she suffers no more damage. I’m Trek DuHamel, formerly of Memphis, Tennessee. I was on my way to California when I stopped for gas. Big mistake.”


Mickey grinned. “I’ll handle your baby with kid gloves, mister. I respect a good old-fashioned muscle car. Had a few myself.”


Chapter 3