The dog let out a slight whimper as he scanned all around him.
"He's not here. I promise." Nina tried to comfort him.
Nina could almost see his heart beating through his thick fur.
"He isn't going to find us. Don't worry... It will be ok." Nina told the dog. She attempted to convince herself that was true as well.
Nina and the dog sat silently together for a while regaining their composure. The soothing sound of the ocean waves helped them escape, at least for today, from those terrible thoughts of the bad-man.
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"A very gripping hook with high stakes.
The tension is maintained well throughout. It is very fast-paced and engaging,
the (reader) will be engrossed from the start." Coverfly
She sighed as she contemplated the sand between her toes. Something felt oddly familiar to her, yet in truth, it was unlike anything she had ever seen, or felt before. It was different from the hot dry desert sand from where she was born. The Navajo Nation's poorest reservation. Well, they called it a "reservation", but for her, it had felt like prison. She loved her family. She loved her indigenous roots. God she loved it. She was proud of that part. But on the reservation, there was no running water. Often no electricity. The rest of the world was living and thriving, but for Nina, and her tribe, everything started to seem unobtainable. Savin's dangerously handsome good looks, and end-less supply of drugs and alcohol filled her needs with ease. And then there was his money. Lots of it. Drug money.