at the open pack. When Ben still didn’t move it looked at him, then back at the pack.
Huh. This was a smart little shit, but mountain curs were usually very intelligent dogs.
The dog butted his hand, and looked at the pack. Give me some more food, human.
“Pushy, aren’t you?” Ben murmured, but got another stick of jerky and held it out, ready to jerk his hand back if the pup went for it too aggressively. Instead it tilted its head and gently lipped the jerky from his fingers, though all signs of gentleness vanished once the treat was in its mouth.
Ben held out the back of his hand, and the pup sniffed it, then gave him a lick.
Still moving slowly, he got up and poured some water in a bowl, set it on the floor. The pup came over without hesitation and drank thirstily, almost emptying the bowl. Then it looked back at the jerky, but Ben thought he should wait a while to see if what he’d already given the animal stayed down or would end up ralphed on his floor. He took the chance and gave the dog’s shoulder a pat, and it crowded against his leg in delight.
“Okay,” he told the animal. “I’ll help out, you can bunk down here for a while. But fair warning: I’m not looking for company. Got it?”
Whether or not the dog got it, it knew a good thing when it saw it. Over the next several days, Ben had a constant companion. He discovered that, hunting dog or not, the pup was house-trained and at ease inside. It didn’t try to get on the bed with him but did sleep on the rug beside the bed. Maybe its former owner hadn’t dumped it, maybe it had wandered away and gotten lost. Ben didn’t normally think the best of people—experience was a hard teacher—but for certain the dog hadn’t been mistreated. It was too trusting and comfortable with him for it to have been abused.
He didn’t name it, he just called it “dog” or “buddy.” Naming it would imply a permanency he wasn’t prepared to accept, though maybe the pup’s companionship wasn’t as onerous as he’d expected. Sometimes, though, even that was too much, and he’d leave the dog in the house while he took a long, solitary hike through the woods. He’d hunt, or he’d just walk, get in some PT by sprinting up the steep mountainside, leaping deadfalls, dodging boulders and trees. He had some free weights in the house but he much preferred moving, and in all his years of training he hadn’t found anything that compared to mountain running.
Two weeks after the CME, he finally made some distant contact on the ham radio. The dog sat beside him, head cocked as if trying to figure out where that other voice was coming from when it couldn’t smell another human anywhere nearby. The radio operator he reached was outside Memphis, about four hundred miles away.
“The city’s trashed, looted clean and a lot of it burned,” the disembodied voice said. “A lot of people were killed. There are some pockets where it’s too dangerous to go, but for the most part a lot of people have moved on because there’s nothing else here to loot. The national guard is beginning to secure some areas, but there’s not much food to be had. From what I’ve heard, it’s the same in Little Rock.”
“Same for Knoxville and Nashville. How far out can you reach?”
“You’re the limit, so far, but it’s getting better every day. What’s your power source?”
“I have solar.” He had a lot more, but Ben didn’t intend to let the world know the extent of his resources. That would be inviting trouble, in the form of looters who would take anything they could. “Be safe.” He signed off, then tried to raise his buddy Cory Howler, without success. Cory would have taken his radio equipment with him when he bugged out, but there were some hefty mountains between them and the atmosphere wasn’t letting transmissions overcome that yet . . . either that, or Cory wasn’t capable of responding. Ben had seen too many of his buddies die to reject that possibility. Cory could be dead, badly injured, or his radio equipment stolen or destroyed. Anything could have happened. Eventually he would find out; he’d either make contact, or he wouldn’t.
Restlessly he got to his feet and walked outside, the dog at his heels. A light rain had fallen that