The weather held as Jennifer rested by the river a few days. Finally when she felt as if she had to start moving on, she was surprised by how good the boots felt.<br/><br/>"I must have broken them in," she commented to the raw boned pitbull. Brody grinned a doggy grin with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. "Come on, dog, let's move on."<br/><br/>They soon came to a one lane county road with little traffic so Jenn decided to follow that a while. She hoped they were far enough from home that if some one did see her that no one would think anything more than she was a local kid walking her dog.<br/><br/>A logging truck pulled along beside her and the driver, a nice looking young man with a hint of a five oclock shadow on his face sat looking at her.<br/><br/>"Hey, kid, where you going? Need a ride?" he called through the open passenger's side window.<br/><br/>She shrugged and kept walking. The truck rolled along side her.<br/><br/>"When I was a kid I had a big old pitty. He was really a good fella. What's this one's name?"<br/><br/>Jennifer veered off the road as if she had decided to go out across the field where some cows were grazing.<br/><br/>"Hey,, kid. I'm going to be going to Arkansas. I will drop you off anywhere between here and there. I would just like to have a rider and more than anything, I would like to spend some time in the company of your dog. Whaddya say?"<br/><br/>Brody was actually the one to make the decision. He put his paws on the cab door and wagged his tail so hard that had it hit someone, she would have had a black eye.<br/><br/>"Okay," Jennifer said, "Brody wants to ride."<br/><br/>She gingerly climbed into the cab after Brody. She slammed the door and then scooted into a small corner. Brody sat proudly on the seat between her and the driver. He waited for her to speak but when she didn't, he shrugged, dropped the truck into gear and drove away in a cloud of dust.