Holiday Homecoming. Pamela Tracy

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      “We’ll see,” he repeated.

      Briana rolled her eyes in a very adult manner. She had quickly learned that “We’ll see” meant her father had no clue what she was asking and was not about to commit.

      Gesippi Elementary School was situated behind the courthouse. A two-story redbrick building, it housed grades kindergarten through eight. Briana was well aware that she’d missed out on some important first-grade girl fads as well as all the kindergarten ones. She’d been schooled, for the last year, by Jimmy and by his coworkers. All adults. Consequently, she could read and write and knew how many still pictures it took to achieve one second of video. She could also help out with a Foley session, use a pocketknife and climb trees like a pro. But none of these accomplishments helped her fit in with six-year-old girls, so she was making up for lost time.

      “Grab your backpack,” he told Briana as he entered the school circle. He might have only started doing this a few weeks ago, but he knew the drill. When it was his turn to pull up to the curb in front of the school, Briana needed to jump out and Jimmy needed to move on. There were cars behind him and slow parents were frowned upon.

      Once Briana was safely dropped off, he headed to the diner. He wanted to sit by himself, drink coffee and do some more research on his laptop for his pitch to Thom.

      The wolf dog photos he’d found so far on the internet made him want one; the stories he was reading convinced him not to.

      It had been a long time since Jimmy had felt a real connection to the animal he was covering. For the last few years, he’d been more concerned about the set—be it studio or in the wild—than about the animal.

      Hopefully, his passion for this subject would put him back on his game. Sometimes, late at night, he worried that writing articles and putting together documentaries was the only thing he was good at.

      He’d not been the best husband.

      He’d have to try a lot harder to be the best dad.

      If he failed at this documentary, too... No, not happening.

      What he needed to do to strengthen the proposal for his boss was to meet a wolf dog. He’d prefer to meet the one from Tuesday night. But first he had to find her.

      No one had reported a wolf dog missing, at least not that he could find. Meredith had been optimistic when she’d speculated that the wolf dog had escaped by accident, but they both knew it was more likely that she had become too much of a handful for her owners and been abandoned.

      As he drove through downtown Gesippi, he called the number he and Agatha had found for the man who sold wolf pups. No answer, no answering machine.

      The Drug and Dine was busy. There was a line at the cash register, so Jimmy didn’t bother Keith and headed for a table by the window. The please wait to be seated sign was for the tourists, anyway. The table closest to him was filled with mothers laughing over morning stories about children who didn’t want to go to school. Jimmy was sure he heard the term Rainbow Loom bandied about.

      At another table sat four old men drinking coffee, all wearing hats that proudly heralded their veteran status. They were discussing what Gesippi used to be like. A group at another table was in the midst of a feisty game of Scrabble. They weren’t talking and seemed unaware of the noise surrounding them.

      The dine portion of Drug and Dine had always boasted a rustic decor. There was a wooden Indian statue by the back door, lots of carved bears scattered throughout the room, as well as paintings of horses and deer. The stock hadn’t changed since Jimmy’s youth except for the cell-phone display and a few kachina dolls sitting on the shelf behind the hostess stand. Jimmy fingered one as he went by, amazed at the cost. Victor Lucas’s name was on the tag—the man who owned the Crooked Feather Indian Trading Post next door.

      Jimmy set his laptop at a table for four. Looking around, he spotted Meredith at a table in the corner. She, too, had her laptop open and was staring intently at the screen, oblivious to the people and noise of the restaurant. This morning her hair was loose, not in the usual ponytail. It was darker than he remembered and fell to her shoulders. He used to run his hands through that hair, bring those lips to his own and kiss her until her knees buckled.

      For the last two nights, he’d wrestled with memories of Meredith and had decided to avoid her except when it came to the wolf dog search. The decision hadn’t helped him sleep.

      This morning as he’d done an on-line search about wolf dogs again, her name popped up over and over. She really was considered an authority. There was a YouTube video of her working with Yoda, as well as a presentation she’d given on wolf dogs at the university, and more than one journal article.

      She was the last person in the world that he should be cozying up to, but she was the one he needed most.

      For the story.

      “I think I’ll join her,” Jimmy told the waitress as she gave him a glass of water and a menu.

      He pulled out a chair at Meredith’s table, and set down his laptop, instantly feeling the sting of her glare. She had a way of cocking her head to the left, her expression part perplexed and part annoyed, all the while sending a strong message with those piercing green eyes. Pretending he didn’t notice that she was annoyed with him, he leaned over and looked at her laptop screen. A large photo of a wolf dog, glaring much the same way Meredith was, looked back at him.

      “That’s not our dog,” Jimmy commented.

      “Our dog?”

      “The one we saw day before yesterday.”

      “You’re right. It’s not.” Her tone suggested he had the intelligence of a gnat.

      “That animal,” Jimmy pointed out, “belongs to a wolf dog rescue called Aqui Lobos well past Tucson. I called them early this morning. They’re not very chatty, but I did manage to find out that they’re not missing any dogs.”

      For a moment, Meredith stared at him, looking as if she was contemplating swatting him away. He couldn’t remember the last time a member of the female species had not only implied he had the intelligence of a gnat but had acted quite so willing to treat him like one, too. Then she let out a sigh before asking, “Have they turned away anyone wanting to give them a dog?”

      “I didn’t ask that.”

      “Who else have you talked to?”

      He scooted his chair closer so he could see her laptop better, but also because he loved the way she smelled, like strawberry shampoo. “I’ve talked to the county sheriff department and the wolf dog rescue organization,” he said. “I’ve stopped at a few stores and one rest area checking for missing-animal posters.”

      “Agatha said you came to see her, too, to ask about wolf dogs. Why?”

      “Same as you, I’m following a story.”

      “I’m not following a story,” she protested. “I’m following y—” She stopped, regrouped and asked, “What makes this a good story, that we have an animal that should be left in the wild or that we have an animal that should be a pet?”

      “I’m not sure,” he admitted. СКАЧАТЬ