Josh gulped hard, trying to catch his breath. What's that, boy? Flash barked but didn't look back at his master. I don't remember seeing that truck there before now. Flash's curiosity finally took over, and he sprinted toward the snow-covered blue pickup. The door windows were down, and the front windshield was shattered into a sea-green mosaic of a thousand pieces. Is that what I think it is, Flash? Is that a bone hanging out of the window? On a...