Chapter 6As Trek led a still slightly wobbly Commando into the backyard a few hours later, he heaved a long sigh. “Hasn’t this been one ballapalooza of a day? I need a cold one, Friend Dan. None for my buddy, though. Right now I don’t think Commando could handle any.”
“Two coming up,” Dan said. “Then I’ve got to go out and restock our supply.” However, it was some time before he managed that…In fact he had not quite drained his brown bottle when a more urgent need arose.
The look he intercepted when he glanced across the table at Trek was hot enough to peel the paint off his grandpa’s big-ass red Midwest barn. He went from zero to rock-hard in a nanosecond. “I—er—we’d better go inside.” He could barely croak out the words.
Before they were a full step past the patio door, Trek grabbed h
