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

Well, shit, nothing was forever, good or bad. He’d just enjoy it while he could. And they did have today. He had to go back to work tonight, on graveyard shift for a while, but that was not until almost eleven. A brief evening nap would get him through that eight hours. That meant at least most of the next sixteen or so were his.


About that point, Trek yawned and stretched. He clearly felt no confusion upon waking up with someone. That fact seemed nearly as disturbing as the temporary part. A pang of jealousy knifed through Dan’s vitals at the image of all those other guys that had rolled through Trek’s bed, into and out of his life…He gave his head a firm shake and pasted on a smile as he turned toward Trek. “So, bud, what do you want to do today?”


Chapter 14