Track and Field: Part 5 - Conall
The swarthy little australian shepherd let a soft smile play across his muzzle, and his flopped ears would wobble backward whenever the armor in the bed of my truck would shift and clank about, but that was it.
Track and Field: Part 6 - Lee
Lee I felt sick to my stomach. The whole drive in Sasha's car was giving me time to think, but, as much as there was for me to mull on, all I managed to do was draw a blank. My mind was scoured of any thought whatsoever; completely, eerily,...