I pick up the trail that leads directly to the cabin. As I mount the highest point of the ridge, I hear a whine.
Sighing, I glance to the side to see big brown eyes staring at me from behind a large boulder.
“f**k,” I growl. “Not you again.”
The dog limps towards me. He looks like s**t. A paw that’s twisted inward and fur matted all to hell.
“f**k off,” I say, walking past him.
The dog whines again like he’s saying something back to me.
I sigh with exasperation. “Is it too f*****g much to ask to be left alone?”
The dog blinks up at me, apparently shocked by my reaction. Or maybe he’s just trying to figure out how crazy I was.
According to the people in town, I crossed over into wild, insane mountain man about two and a half months ago.
I ignore the mangy fleabag and keep walking.
