âThatâs Uncle Mad Dogâs place right there. His drivewayâs only another quarter mile, just the other side of the pasture. It must be farther than that back to the patrol car. Weâd just have to sit and wait there, hope somebody finds us before it runs out of gas and we freeze to death.â
âWe should go back. That radio will start to work again pretty soon. You wait and see.â
âWe tried it,â the other Heather said. âI wish you hadnât forgotten to bring your cell phone today, Deputy.â
It was a wish he shared, but it reminded him of another âLose Someâ moment and made him feel contrary. âI vote we go back.â
âDonât be scared. Uncle Mad Dogâs only got a couple of wolves left, and theyâre penned up in the barn. They canât get outâ¦except maybe Hailey, but sheâs just a big sweet puppy. She wouldnât hurt you.â
âWhat about that buffalo?â
âBob? Thatâs his pasture, right there,â Heather One said. âBut with weather like this, heâll probably be holed up in his shed near the house. Uncle Mad Dog has done a lot of work on that fence. He canât get out, and heâd just stay away from us even if he did. Heâs shy, not dangerous.â
Wynn peered toward the pasture. Sometimes Buffalo Bob liked to wait behind the evergreens near the road and watch for Mad Dog when he was away from home.
âThere was more than a quarter tank of gas in that cruiser.â
âAnd it burns gas faster than any other car in the county. Go back if you want to,â Two said. âIâm going to Mad Dogâs.â
As she trudged into the intersection, One made another plea to the Deputy. âThis storm is getting worse. There might not be anybody driving this road again till itâs over. Even if Uncle Mad Dogâs power and phone should go down and we end up stuck there, heâs got a fireplace and a big woodpile. He keeps a lot of canned goods in his larder in case of days like this. Iâm going with Heather. You donât want to go back to the black and white alone, do you?â
Wynn didnât, but he didnât have to admit it, or even agree to accompany them. Two had turned around and was shouting something at them. The wind whipped her hair into her eyes and her voice toward the gulf coast. She pointed. He tried to see at what. The snow slackened for just a moment and he noticed an unlikely patch of color in Mad Dogâs pasture. Near the evergreens there seemed to be a splash of red, then it was gone and Heather was shouting in his ear again. âLook! A truck.â
He forced himself to face the wind and there it was, just before his eyes began to tear up enough to temporarily blind him. An old white Dodge stood just beyond the intersection. He stumbled toward it.
âHot damn! Girls, weâre saved.â
***
An apoplectic Stan Deffenbach stormed into the lobby of the Sunshine Towers. âMrs. Kraus just hung up on me,â he complained to Judy English. âShe canât do that. Sheâs a public servant and Iâm the public. We need an armed guard over here and she says thereâs no one to send. How can that be? Whereâs your husband? He should be here. He shouldnât have left without even a word to me.â
Judy wasnât as concerned about Stan Deffenbachâs security problems as she was that Englishman had gone.
âEnglishman left?â
âAt least he chased off those Hornbakers, but then he just marched out of here. Wouldnât tell me what was going on or where he was headed or when he was going to get a deputy over here in case they come back.â
âMight he have told someone else?â
Deffenbach continued punching numbers on the phone at the front desk. He ignored her and said to the phone, âNow donât you hang up on me again, Mrs. Kraus,â and then: âOh damn!