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

The potato chunks were still almost white hot. Dan opened his mouth to gasp and reached for the glass of water. “Watch out,” he managed as he saw Trek pick up his burrito. “It’s really hot and the potatoes hold the temp forever.” Two big swallows dulled the burn.


“Mostly cooking. They serve for gringo tourist tastes so no jalapenos.”


Clearly deciding against any outburst over Commando’s case, Trek nodded. “I can deal with spice. Have you ever eaten East Indian or Indonesian curry?”


“No, although I hear it makes Latino cuisine seem mild.”


They both concentrated on eating until their plates were clean, and then Dan refilled their coffee from the carafe Sherry had left. Trek put an ice cube in it from his water and took a sip. He twitched one shoulder in an irritated little shrug. Otherwise his tone and expression seemed very bland.


Chapter 5