Four-Footed Angels by J. T. Livingston

Author:J. T. Livingston [Livingston, J. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hewlett-Packard Company
Published: 2015-10-22T04:00:00+00:00

“But as it is written: Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.” 1 Corinthians 2:9 (NKJV)

22. Tyler Meets the Inspectors

It was shortly after five o’clock when Tyler left the Heavenly Grille with Spartacus. He had shared a quick meal with Amanda, while Spartacus played in the back yard with Buster and Doug. He had managed to persuade Amanda that her presence might be more of a hindrance than a help if she went with him to his scheduled rendezvous with the inspectors; that had not been an easy feat because she was one stubborn female.

Tyler pulled into the entrance to the Abbott ranch at five-thirty and was glad to see that the foreman and crew were still out and about. His intention had been to throw on a quick change of clothes and stash Spartacus in one of the pens until he could discuss his “finding” with Little John or Clint Meacham.

Tyler parked his truck in front of the crew’s bunk house. Spartacus jumped out just before the truck door closed shut. Tyler looked around nervously and tried to get him back inside the truck, but Spartacus obviously had different plans. He announced his return to the Abbott farm by barking loudly and profusely.

Little John opened the front door to the main house and stepped outside. A partially-clothed woman stood behind him with her arms wrapped around his bare waist. Little John squinted his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing. “Well…I’ll be damned…”

“Come back inside, lover…” the woman cooed. “We still have some time left…”

Little John looked back at her with a cold and menacing glare.

The woman released her hold on him and backed away. “Fine…but you still gotta pay for the full two hours…” She retreated back inside the house.

Little John closed the door and began walking toward the bunk house.

Spartacus finally stopped his incessant barking when he saw Little John. “I wonder if it’s too late to change my mind.” He offered a soft whimper and moved to stand behind Tyler.

Little John walked toward them and Tyler exhaled deeply. He couldn’t help but notice the granite six-pack that Little John sported; the man looked like he was sculpted from stone. He removed his Atlanta Braves cap and ran his fingers over his head. “So much for hiding Spartacus away…” he thought. He felt Spartacus trembling against his leg, and heard his slight whimpering. He took a deep breath and plunged into his concocted spiel. “I…uh…I just had a feeling that maybe I missed something in those woods back in Monticello, so I went back today for a final look. I…uh…found him in someone’s fenced back yard. It looks like they nursed him back to health. Nobody was home, so…”

Little John was within two feet of them when he stopped and looked at the cowering dog. “It’s him, alright… Spartacus…hard to believe that’s the same animal that took off from here Friday night, though.

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