CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Kevin woke early the next day, fed Bobby, and took him for a brief walk out in the desert. The dog spent most of his time running about trying to catch something small and furry that disappeared down a burrow before Kevin could get a good look at it.
“You’re probably not finding all of this driving about very much fun,” Kevin said to the dog. “I’m kind of glad you’re here, though.”
The dog nuzzled against his leg and they went back to the camp. The others were just waking up, Luna stretching out like a boxer warming up to fight someone, Chloe coming out of her tent cautiously, as if expecting danger to be waiting for her.
Kevin grabbed a can out of his bag for breakfast, although since the label had come off in his bag, he had no way of telling what it might be until
