Quill moments before we rescued her. Quill’s bark echoed across the empty land when we reached the spot outside the city. The sound had been reported after a flat tire forced a stop on that road, so we drove the forty-five minutes, hoping she was still holding on. Her body was curled tight against the dirt as if she did not know how much longer she could wait. Her breathing showed how close she was to collapse, so we moved slowly and spoke softly. Her tongue was dry, so we gave her water…
