Thousand: Three Hundred Ninety-Three

him, but those brown eyes are looking out at something. Bernie wants to ask the dog who that guy is, the one who called his name, wants to ask what they’re going to do, you are the guide on this adventure, dog, this round trip adventure. Bernie’s mind seems to be holding onto some assurance of survival, though otherwise his mind has come down to the two brown eyes of a dog and the rumble of a tremendous motor. “Fucking Went!” A shotgun fires. “I ain’t fuckin’ kidding, Went! Get out where I can see you!” The pupils in the