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Well you a tough guy, Diesel thought, but knew not to voice it. She recognised his type. Junkyard guard dog who knew only how to bark at anyone who passed by. An absolute killjoy in every conversation. The smile melted off her face in an avalanche of loose skin.

Instead, her eyes adopted an intelligent sheen - not too bright a gleam for the dull-minded mastiff.


"Say, mister, that group of yours, how long you been here?" His suggestion for an alternate route went unacknowledged. "Cause I think I'd have heard about it. Didn't think there was supposed to be anyone in the mountains."

She ran her tongue along her muzzle, which was a short journey for the muscle.