Chapter 50

Roy staggered a couple of steps, sinking onto the nearest barstool. Sweet Jesus. It’s a wonder I didn’t piss my pants.

Limping, the cop advanced. At another command, the dog released the strange man’s arm, now bleeding profusely. He was clutching at the torn flesh, cursing and whimpering. The policeman fumbled for his handcuffs. He snapped them on the man’s unbitten arm first. Then he hesitated, as if not quite sure what to do next. With a muffled whine, the dog sank to the floor, all fight gone.

When he looked down in surprise at the sound, Roy saw gouts of blood, not just from the bitten man but more, draining from the long furrow along the dog’s left side. Whoa, this pooch just saved my ass and prob’ly the cop’s too. I need to help him.