she came practically nose-to-nose with Wolfie on the other side of the glass, she almost screamed.
The dog pawed at the window, panting until it was steamy. “You hear them, too, don’t you?” His ears perked. He cocked his head. “Take it easy. It’s okay, boy.”
The howls seemed to be getting closer. Maggie cast around for a defensive weapon. The only thing handy was a pitchfork. She reached for the handle. Stumbled over a wheel of the yard cart. Felt herself falling.
She missed catching hold of anything to break her fall and went down hard. In the midst of her useless flailing, she finally did scream.
Glass cracked and broke above her. Maggie covered her head with her arms, letting her jacket take most of the punishment from the falling shards.
There had been no shots this time. She was certain of it. So what...?
Something landed beside her with a soft thud and she knew instantly what had happened. This was the second time Wolfie had breached a closed window. The first time had been when Mark was a toddler and there had been a stray dog in the yard.
Maggie levered herself up just in time to see her enormous dog bound over the cart and disappear into the thick forest. “Wolfie! No!
“Wolfie, come.” She started to get to her feet. Looked down at her hands. And saw blood.
The first thing Flint noticed as he slowly pulled into Maggie’s driveway was her. She was pacing the porch and looked beside herself. Her eyes were wide, her hair flyaway. When she ran straight to him instead of holding her ground, he knew something was terribly wrong. “Why didn’t you answer your phone? Did you leave it in the house again?”
She latched on to the sleeve of his jacket as soon as he stepped out of the truck. “You have to help me.”
“Okay. What’s wrong?”
Gesturing wildly, she indicated the woods at the edge of the compound. “Wolves. I heard them.”
“Did they approach? Menace you in any way?”
“No, but—”
“Then go back in the house. I’ll check your pens.”
“It’s not that.”
As her grip tightened, Flint glanced down. Was that a trace of blood on the cuff of her jacket? His breath caught. “Are you hurt?”
“No. Not me, Wolfie. He crashed through a window and ran off. If the pack spots him, they’ll kill him. He won’t be able to fight them all.”
Flint took a step forward. “Okay. I’ll radio a report and board up your window while we wait for more help.”
The noise she made was half exasperation, half anger. As soon as he was through contacting his partner, she said, “I nailed a board over the window myself. I called the sheriff, too, but he said there was nothing he could do about a runaway dog.”
“Why didn’t you call Game and Fish?”
When Maggie rolled her eyes, he had his answer.
“I get it. You’d rather have your dog die than ask me for anything.”
“No! I never said that. I left a message on the answering machine at your office.”
Flint was penitent. “Right. It’s Saturday. Sorry.” He eyed the porch. “Why don’t we go wait inside?”
Her “No!” was so forceful he stepped back, hands raised as if he were being robbed at gunpoint. “Okay, okay. I’ll look around out here and listen for more howling after I call and ask somebody to bring me an ATV.” He studied her. “Will that do?”
“I guess it’ll have to.”
They stepped off the porch together. He’d dealt with plenty of anxious people in the course of his duties, but Maggie’s case was extreme. Maybe if he could distract her she’d be more tractable. “Is your kid at your mother’s today?”
She stopped in her tracks. “No. Why?”
“Because that’s where he was when you had that wreck,” Flint said.
“Only because we were being shot at when he got out of school,” she countered. “I take good care of him.”
“I’m sure you do.” He took time to rephrase his query. “I was asking because I wanted to know if you were free to help me start to trail your dog instead of waiting for wheels.”
“Oh.” Maggie cast a brief glance at the house. “No. That’s why I needed help. I can’t leave Mark here all by himself.”
“Understood.” Flint was grabbing gear out of his truck and loading a small backpack. “Okay. Point me in the right direction.”
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