They raced silently through the night, Jonah in the lead, skirting the town of Eagle Pass and heading out to the Perkins' farm. They were careful in the open spaces, running low to the ground, sometimes stopping if they heard or sensed movement.
How much farther? Mark wanted to know.
Almost there, Jonah answered. Out of shape, are you?
If I knew where I was going, I'd show you out of shape.
Only a couple more miles. Just be on the alert. Lots of coyotes around here.
On the other side of Eagle Pass they followed the two-lane highway but kept to trees and native plants for cover. Often, when headlights swept down the highway, they hunkered low to the ground, making themselves as invisible as possible, until the vehicle had passed.
Finally, when no cars had driven past for a while, they crossed the road and padded up the driveway to the farm.
Mark paused beside the farmhouse, muzzle lifted. Do you smell that?