Mike Dixon

They came and went with the wind. He recognized Noe-
lene‟s shrill tones and returned the call. The dog gave him
an approving glance and ran off down the hillside. David fol-
lowed. The Dutchman had told the hound to take him to the
airfield. He hoped it had got the message but was far from
sure.
They had left the goat track and were heading downhill. It
didn‟t make sense. The bottom of the valley would be
awash. A creek ran there. Even in dry weather it had water
in it. Now it would be a raging torrent.
He stopped and the dog stopped as if waiting for him to
catch up. Was this serious guide dog stuff or just a game?
The ground was already soggy. He should have stayed up on
the ridge. The sensible thing was to forget the dog. It didn‟t
know what it was doing.
Then he heard the cries again.
„COOEE!‟
They were much closer now. David‟s confidence returned.
The women were down by the creek and the pooch was tak-
ing him to them. They didn‟t have his eyesight problems and
Janet was trained in the use of weapons. He‟d give her his