Never Again
He ran through the woods. Cool silky beech leaves brushed his cheek, making him start, he stumbled on dry sticks and fell into the dead leaves at his feet. He rubbed his face, his hand came away wet with tears and smeared with mud. He couldn’t let it happen again. Not to Saff. He sat up and hugged his knees close, the tears washing the mud off his face. He wasn’t going to lose another dog. Not to that man.
He got up wiping his face and shaking the leaves off himself. Like Saff after a swim, he thought and took in a long breath. His throat hurt but he couldn’t cry again. He looked around, unsure quite where he was. It was near the edge of the man’s land, he thought. He walked to where he’d decided the fence line would be. He’d often walked here with Saff, playing daft games. She would leap around him while he imagined caves, dragons, burglars and robots. Saff was his faithful companion in real life as well as in the games. She was a good dog, he thought. Is a good dog. Is.
He found the field that surrounded the man’s house. He could just see the chimney. The house was hidden in a dip below him. He stood for a moment, thinking. There would be no use raging in and demanding Saff back. That hadn’t worked with Keller. But he wouldn’t think of Keller. Not now.
His hands tightened into fists as he planned. He knew where the dogs were caged. The bottom barn. It would be locked, but the top window was broken. He could climb the rusty tractor by the wall and pull himself onto the roof. Then it would be easy. He watched till dusk. The man would go out then. To the pub, just for one drink. Enough time, if he was fast, to let the dogs free. All of them. And Saff.
He crept closer to the house, hiding in the edge of the woods. He’d smeared more mud on his face and arms so he blended into the tree’s shadows. The shining black pickup roared down the track bringing the boy to his feet. He ran out of the trees, into the farmyard, leapt up the tractor and reached for the overhang of the roof. He pulled himself up and scrambled onto the corrugated iron roof. The dogs were barking, even howling, as he clanged over the roof. He could hardly hear his footsteps through the noise they made. He climbed up to the broken window, took off his shoe and shattered the remaining glass with it. Peering into the dark he saw the floor was covered in straw. Good. He jumped down, jammed his foot back in his shoe and made for the ladder to the barn floor. The dogs were as frantic as him. He jumped to the floor and saw the rows and rows of wire cages.
He found Saff, hardly needing to look or listen for her. He made straight for her cage, undid the bolt and she knocked into him, licking for all she was worth. He let her for a moment, clasping her head. But there wasn’t time. He knocked the barn windows out with a spade then undid the cages. Pulling latches open two at a time. Dogs spilled out and were through the windows and away. He reached the last row when he heard the rumble of the pickup. He shot the last two latches then hurled himself through the nearest window, not waiting to see if the dogs followed him. He fell to the flagstones outside with Saff. The pickup sounded louder. He got up, almost running before his feet hit the ground. He saw the pickup, it stopped.
The man got out, his gun ready. The boy turned, running to the trees, following Saff. He heard a shot, an agonised squeal from a dog on the driveway. He ran faster and was at the edge of the woods when the next shot came. Saff screamed like a human baby and fell. He caught her up in his arms and ran on. Her blood was on his hands but her breath was panting over his shoulder. She’d been hit in the tail. He didn’t slow until he was through the garden gate. He fell with Saff onto his lawn.
He’d done it, the dogs were free. Saff was hurt, but home.
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