don’t you think? Hate to separate them.”
And in the end, he didn’t have to. Brother and sister were taken to their new home together.
“Can’t I play a little longer?” the boy called to the porch.
“No argument, young man. Your father will be home in a bit. So get cleaned up for dinner.”
The boy stood up. Benny read the excitement in his sister’s eyes. It matched his own. They’d not understood anything except for the mother’s last word.
Bolting from the boy’s side, the pair of pups raced toward the porch. Though smaller, Benny made up for his size with blazing speed. He shot across the yard toward the promise of a full dinner bowl and maybe a biscuit to chew afterwards. Oh, if only—
— then a familiar tug on his tail. The surprise attack from behind tripped his feet. He sprawled nose-first into the grass and slid with his limbs splayed out.
His sister bounded past him and up the steps.
Benny scrabbled his legs under him and followed. Though outsmarted as usual by his bigger sister, it didn’t matter. His tail wagged and wagged.
He hoped these days would never end.
“Shouldn’t we pull his ass out of there?”
“Not yet!”
Brutus paddled in the middle of the pool. His back legs churned the water, toes splayed out. His front legs fought to keep his snout above the water. His collar, a weighted steel chain, sought to drag him to the cement bottom. Braided cords of rope trapped him in the middle of the concrete swimming pool. His heart thundered in his throat. Each breath heaved with desperate sprays of water.
“Yo, man! You gonna drown ‘im!”
“A little water won’t kill him. He got a fight in two days. A big-ass show. I got a lot riding on it.”
Paddling and wheeling his legs, water burned his eyes. His vision darkened at the edges. Still he saw the pit trainer off to the side, in trunks, no shirt. On his bare chest was inked two dogs snarling at each other. Two other men held the chains, keeping him from reaching the edge of the pool.
Bone-tired and cold, his back end began to slip deeper. He fought, but his head bobbed under. He took a gulp into his lungs. Choking, he kicked and got his nose above water again. He gagged his lungs clear. A bit of bile followed, oiling the water around his lips. Foam frothed from his nostrils.
“He done in, man. Pull ‘im out.”
“Let’s see what he’s got,” the trainer said. “Bitch been in there longer than he ever done.”
For another stretch of painful eternity, Brutus fought the pull of the chain and the waterlogged weight of his own body. His head sank with every fourth paddle. He breathed in as much stinging water as he did air. He had gone deaf to anything but his own hammering heart. His vision had shrunk to a blinding pinpoint. Then finally, he could no longer fight to the surface. More water flowed into his lungs. He sank — into the depths and into darkness.
But there was no peace.
The dark still terrified him.
The summer storm rattled the shutters and boomed with great claps that sounded like the end of all things. Spats of rain struck the windows, and flashes of lightning split the night sky.
Benny hid under the bed with his sister. He shivered against her side. She crouched, ears up, nose out. Each rumble was echoed in her chest as she growled back at the threatening noise. Benny leaked some of his terror, soaking the carpet under him. He was not so brave as his big sister.
Brightness shattered across the room, casting away all shadows.
Benny whined and his sister barked.
A face appeared from atop the bed and leaned down to stare at them. The boy, his head upside down, lifted a finger to his lips. “Shh, Junie, you’ll wake Dad.”
But his sister would have none of that. She barked and barked, trying to scare off what lurked in the storm. The boy rolled off his bed and sprawled on the floor. Arms reached and scooped them both toward him. Benny went willingly.
“Eww…you’re all wet.”
Junie squirmed loose then ran around the room, barking, tail straight back, ears pricked high.
“Sheesh,” the boy said, trying to catch her while cradling Benny.
A door banged open out in the hall. Footsteps echoed. The bedroom door swung open. Large bare legs like tree trunks entered. “Jason, son, I got to get up early.”
“Sorry, Dad. The storm’s got them spooked.”
A long heavy sighed followed. The large man caught Junie and swung her up in his arms. She slathered his face with her tongue, tail beating against his arms. Still, she growled all the time as the sky rumbled back at them.
“They’re going to have to get used to these storms,” the man said. “These thunder-bumpers will be with us all summer.”
“I’ll take them downstairs. We can sleep on the sofa on the back porch. If they’re with me…maybe that’ll help ‘em get used to it.”
Junie was passed to the boy.
“All right, son. But bring an extra blanket.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
A large hand clapped on the boy’s shoulder. “You’re taking good care of them. I’m proud of you. They’re really getting huge.”
The boy struggled with the two squirming pups and laughed. “I know!”
A few moments later, all three of them were buried in a nest of blankets atop a musty sofa. Benny smelled mice spoor and bird droppings, brought alive by the wind and dampness. Still, with all of them together, it was the best bed he’d ever slept in. Even the storm had quieted, though a heavy rain continued to pelt from the dark moonless skies. It beat against the shingled roof of the porch.
Just as Benny finally calmed enough to let his eyelids droop closed, his sister sprang to her feet, growling again, hackles up. She slithered out from under the blankets without disturbing the boy. Benny had no choice but to follow.
Benny’s ears were now up and swiveling. From the top step of the porch, he stared out into the storm-swept yard. Tree limbs waved. Rain chased across the lawn in rippling sheets.
Then Benny heard it, too.
A rattle of the side gate. A few furtive whispers.
Someone was out there!
His sister shot from the porch. Without thinking, Benny ran after her. They raced toward the gate.
Whispers turned into words. “Quiet, asshole. Let me see if the dogs are back there!”
Benny saw the gate swing open. Two shadowy shapes stepped forward. Benny slowed — then caught the smell of meat, bloody and raw.
“What’d I tell ya?”
A tiny light bloomed in the darkness, spearing his sister. Junie slowed enough for Benny to catch up to her. One of the strangers dropped to a knee and held out an open palm. The rich, meaty smell swelled.
“You want it, don’t cha? C’mon, you little bitches.”
Junie snuck closer, more on her belly, tail twitching in tentative welcome.
Benny sniffed and sniffed, nose up. The tantalizing odor drew him along behind his sister.
Once near the gate, the two dark shapes leaped on them. Something heavy dropped over Benny and wrapped tightly around him. He tried to cry out, but fingers clamped over his muzzle and trapped his scream to a muffled whine. He heard the same from his sister.
