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

Darcy Jordan, the new vet in Alamo Junction, stood close to Dan’s six-foot height. Rawboned and strong-featured, she might have charitably been called handsome, but her love for animals shone out like a bright beacon from her hazel eyes and her gentle smile. Dan had met her the day she opened up shop—when some idiot broke in and took some drugs, thinking they were for humans. She had laughed, saying Rimadyl wouldn’t do a thing, certainly not make anyone high.


Trek followed Dan into the reception area of her clinic, Commando in tow. Hearing the bell on the door, the doctor came out.


“What have we got here?” she greeted. “Oh, a pitty—what a handsome boy.”


“He’s supposed to be fixed, but he—well, a female next door was clearly in heat, and he was more than interested. I want to be sure he really is neutered.”


Chapter 11