Chapter 2
Dakota woke to the sensation of a warm wet rag being passed over his face. Eyes closed, he moved his head to one side but the smooth rag persisted.
“What the f**k?” he snapped and sat up straight. Howie stood nose to nose to him, still licking his face. Dakota managed a smile. “Thanks, boy.” He scratched the dog’s ears and looked around. His goggles and weapon lay several meters away, scattered in opposite directions. The unexploded grenades were strewn about. Somehow his canteen was still attached to his belt. The terrain wasn’t familiar.
Where was Chip?
The gray clouds above told him it was day but how late? How long had he been unconscious?
The memories from the night seeped back into his mind. He remembered shouting at Chip not to fire on the scavenger carrying his backp
