Thousand: Three Hundred Ninety-One

the truck’s tremendous engine shifts suddenly into roar and Bernie’s sure the truck is turning off the road. Toward them? His ankle turns on a stone and he slides onto his ass. The engine roar reverberates through the gully. Bernie scrambles into a spray of sand. The dog is digging at a log jammed into the gully wall. Bernie yanks the log out and a crumbling of dirt reveals an entry. A cave? He’s about to crawl in when the dog grabs his arm, firmly, teeth pressing into his flesh. “What? What?” The dog pulls him back. The crashing and