Jim had always hated dogs. His mom had told him that he was bitten in the face by a large dog at three years of age. He didn’t remember it or the trip to the emergency room for many stitches but, his body sure did. Every time he saw a dog, he trembled. The way he saw it, dogs hated him and he hated them. He avoided canine encounters like a recovering alcoholic avoided a drink. Totally.
Jim was driving down a dark and winding red clay dirt road, deep in the heart of Georgia on a clear and cold November night. His car started sputtering and he knew it was coming. Sure enough, the car rattled to a last gasp as he guided it over to the side of the road. Dead. The car died in a gasp of spectacular sputters, worthy of a movie. The scary kind. The kind noone wanted to really be in. Not him.
He sat there adding up his security options. He was armed but, not with a gun. He hated those things. He cracked his window, sucking in the cold and crisp air. He was thinking of getting out and walking when he heard it. Barking. Frantic crazed manic sounding barking. A crazy dog, he thought. It sounded close. He shuddered.
He knew he could not leave the car. There were dogs out there. No way was he moving. The first one hit the windshield and bounced off of it. Before he could scream, another one hit the driver’s side window. It cracked. A huge ball of teeth and fur hurled it’s self through the cracked driver’s side window and landed in Jim’s lap. It growled. The beast meant to kill him.
Jim quickly reached his hand in his pocket and brought out his small can of trusty pepper spray. He sprayed it into the large glowing golden eyes staring at him in fury. The dog yelped and leapt out of the open window. There was hysterical barking all around. By the full moonlight, Jim could see seven huge wolves gathered around his car. They all threw back their heads and barked. No howling. Just barks, eerie and short. So loud they drowned every other night sound out completely.
Lights suddenly bathed the beasts and their eyes glowed strangely. White fangs shined and fur raised. Then, they were gone. A pick up truck pulled up beside Jim’s car and the driver shouted “Having trouble, buddy?” Jim made one move, out of his car and into the startled truck driver’s passenger door.
“Did you see them?” Jim asked. “Uh uh.” Was the reply. “Just drive.” Jim said.