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Chapter 362 of Book 3 is in the queue

December 18, 2015
Posted at 2:59 pm

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

Jeff and the others were watching a recap vid of what had been happening on the prison planet.

..."The wolf has a purpose," Jeff voiced what the others were thinking.

"There is no fucking way Morales has had time to train the wolf to herd those animals toward him," Wainwright said.

About that time, Morales slipped off his perch to land astraddle the limb.

"Oh, shit," all the men voiced in unison, each feeling a jolt go through their own balls.

But at the last minute, Morales rallied enough to get off a shot.

"Son-of-a-bitch," General Whitworth whispered as the bolt cut the sow's spine, killing her instantly.

"Lucky shot," Fred commented just before Morales fell out of the tree.

"Yeah," Jeff agreed, "but he also had two of those lucky shots when he killed the deer as they bore down on him… not to mention what he did to the big cat. The guy is good under pressure. And… there's something special about that wolf. He works with Morales too well for them to have been together such a short time. But Morales sure isn't very good at tree climbing. That had to hurt when he hit the ground, not to mention what that limb did to his balls."

They all chuckled as Morales came to his feet obviously looking at the hog shit on the knee of his fatigues.

The General turned to stare at his Colonel. "I think you're right. There is something special about the wolf." Then after a pause and a frown, "Yeah, you might just have something there, Colonel."

Have a goodun;