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January 29, 2016
Posted at 2:06 pm
Updated: February 5, 2016 - 1:50 pm

Chapter 368 of Book 3 is in the queue

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...Crossing the stream with a loaded case was fun, as always - not. Finally across, and wet to the waist, he sat on a rock to rest for a moment at the bottom of the hill. "Well, at least it didn't rain last night," he told the wolf, "so I won't have to contend with the mud." He almost decided to hook up the block and tackle and pull the case up the way he had done the resupply case, but that one didn't have wheels and this one did. And… the block and tackle would be a hassle as well, because he would have to do the pull in stages. Spying a downed branch four or five inches in diameter, he cut off a section about four feet long and tossed it twenty feet or so farther up the hill.

Bracing his feet, he began to pull the case up the steep incline, inch by inch. When he got to the branch, he put it behind the wheels for a chock while he rested.

At the steepest part of the hill, he struggled, putting forth all the effort he had, but he just didn't have enough strength to pull the overloaded case over a small hump.

Taking a breath, he pulled again, unconsciously closing his eyes as he strained to the utmost. With a jerk, the case suddenly moved, causing him to stumble and almost fall on his ass. Lobo reared partway up, put his front feet against the case and pushed again. Morales was so startled he almost didn't pull when Lobo pushed, but quickly added his strength to the animal's effort. A couple of feet later, he could barely move the case again. Then Lobo reared up and shoved yet again.

"Yes. Way to go, Boy."

The effect of Lobo's shoves only lasted a couple of feet each time, but the animal was strong. With his help, Morales had the case the rest of the way up the hill in short order...

Have a goodun;