The tyrannosaur was coming—it was striding and crashing through the field. Roger froze, watching the animal shimmer in the heat. The sight of its narrow, dark form bounding through the greenery seemed utterly alien. Nothing that big and that quick had any place on land.
“Guess who"s coming to dinner ...” he said, then took a breath and snapped: “Let"s move it!”
They broke into a sprint, struggling against their encumberment. The tall grass flashed by them in a blur. Roger could hear the rex getting closer; he could hear the breath surging in and out of its lungs. He pumped his legs as hard as he could, yanking Savanna and Clara along.
They burst from the shadows and their shoes pounded over concrete. Roger realized they were half-way home; they"d reached the feeder road to the freeway.
