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masculine shrug and mumbled, “They died. I wish they hadn’t.”
    “You didn’t tell me about the medals you’ve won or about the tour of duty you went through in Iraq.”
    “It didn’t seem necessary. Did Henry show you my record?”
    “Yes. He wanted me to know what kind of man you are.” She started to stumble in her words. “I didn’t realize... everything that... happened to you.”
    John dug deeper into his manhood. He reinforced the wall with steel plates. “I didn’t think you wanted to know those things.”
    “I did and I do.”
    “I don’t use my record in public. It sounds like bragging, and it’s no better or more distinguished than any of the other members of my unit.”
    “Well, I thought it was very impressive.” She stopped talking. John could tell she was about to say something important.
    It couldn’t be avoided. She said, “I have some news. About us.”
    “Yes?”
    “I’m...”
    A screeching roar interrupted her. It came from above. John stopped listening. He shouted, “It’s started.” He bellowed, “Combat stations.” His voice might have been heard on the mainland.
    He took her to a door leading outside the building. “Huddle near the fence. Roll yourself in a little ball and stay still. They don’t see stationary objects very well.”
    She took his advice and curled up in a little ball. She knew he expected her to face the fence. She couldn’t see what was happening if she did that. She put her back against the chain link.
    She saw an enormous dragon land at the back of the compound and roar at the twenty wolves penning it in. The dragon was intelligent. It recognized John as the most dangerous.
    John knelt behind a heavily armed vehicle. The dragon concentrated a blast of flame at the vehicle. For a few seconds, the flames flowed over and around it, hiding John from her sight.
    Her heart froze. She couldn't talk. She couldn't breathe. Her eyes flooded with tears. She rocked back and forth with her arms hugging herself. She said, "Oh no. Please, dear God, no."
    The flames ended. John was still alive, unhurt. A man called John's name from behind a building. John turned and the man tossed a strange rifle and a small package to him. John opened the package and took out a dart. He loaded it into the rifle.
    The dragon was turning to the side. His tail swung against the vehicle and threatened to push it over on top of John.  Becky bit the second joint of her index finger and made pitiful groaning noises.
    John bounced up, put the rifle to his shoulder and fired the dart. It hit the dragon in the big muscle of its rear leg.
    John scrambled around on the ground looking for the package containing the other darts. He found it. The dragon hadn't slowed down yet. It was still whirling around looking for a wolf to set on fire. They bobbed and jumped in front of it.
    John's second dart landed within five inches of the first.
    It took five minutes and two more darts for the dragon to slump down to the ground. Within thirty seconds, the dragon changed into Jack Butters. He was carried into a stockade and into a cell. Becky found that suddenly she wasn’t interested in Jack in any way.

 

Chapter Fourteen
     
    She ran as hard as she ever had toward John. He turned and opened his arms. She ran right into him and bounced against his chest. She kissed him then stood back. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" She felt his shoulders and arms and made him turn around. He said, "I'm fine. Honest. No burns. No broken bones." He embraced her for ten seconds then twitched and pushed her away. He used his neutral, cop voice to say, "Are you alright now?”
    She gulped. He hadn’t changed. Why would he? He didn’t know what she did. She said, "Yes. I am. "
    “What did you have to tell me?”
    “We can’t do it here.” She led him to his house and made him stand still in the middle of his front room. She held his arms to keep him close. “Do you remember the day I helped you in the