his weight to the side and come out on top of Mendez. His back throbbed with the pain of where Mendezâs head had hit his spine, and his knee protested as he dug it into Mendezâs back, but he ignored it all.
âSomebody grab Lucky!â Tyler shouted. It wasnât as if the dog could go anywhere besides the fenced yard, but Tyler didnât want him thinking he could just take off.
Dwayne Harlow handed off his leash to Olsen Meyers and ran after the loose dog.
Mendez lay on the ground, still talking shit, and Tyler finally addressed him.
âYou asked if I still thought you were a coward? The answer is yes. I think only a coward would attack someone when his back was turned.â
âYo, everything okay out here?â Kline called from the fence.
Tyler stood up gingerly. âYeah, just get him the fuck out of my sight.â
Kline grabbed Mendez and lifted him nearly off his feet. âNo problem.â
Mendez kept shouting curses at him as Kline hauled him off, and Tyler grimaced. Turning back to face the rest of his guys, his tone was harsh. âAnyone else want to piss me off today?â
No one said a word. Dwayne, who always seemed to be smiling and was one of Tylerâs favorites, came back to the group with Lucky, as stone-faced as the rest of them. Tyler went to retrieve Lucky from him.
âThanks for grabbing him, Harlow.â
Dwayne gave him that gamin grin. âYouâre welcome, boss.â
Walking the length of the group to grab Apollo, Tyler said, âWhy donât you guys take the dogs for a run around the fence perimeter, and the fastest team without cutting cornersââTyler gave Hank a warning look, as the kid liked to cheat if he got the chanceââgets an extra privilege.â
The group of teenagers and dogs took off like a flash, and Tyler finally gave into the groan of pain heâd been holding in. As soon as they went into class, he was going to take some Tylenol and ice his back.
Not exactly a stellar start to the day.
âYo!â Sparks called from behind him, drawing him out of his pity party.
âWhatâs up?â
âHow come I saw Kline hauling Mendez out of here?â
âBecause I kicked him out. The little prick attacked Lucky and me.â The kids were coming back at full speed with Dwayne in the front, a wide grin on his face. His dog Charlieâs lips flapped up like a set of wings as he ran. The hound mix was all wrinkles and ears, but he was going to make a fantastic search-and-rescue dog.
Dwayne whipped past them, followed closely by Olsen and his Border collie mix, Rambo. The rest of the group stampeded past, and Tyler hollered, âHarlow wins. Now get your dogs some water and head inside. Go straight to study hall; Iâll be there in a few minutes. If I arrive and any of you are not there, itâs gonna be a bad day for you, too.â
Once the kids were out of earshot, Sparks gave him a raised eyebrow. âYou okay?â
âIâm fine except I had a buck-fifty kid ram me right in the middle of my spine.â
âDidnât you cuff him after he attacked the dog?â Sparks asked.
âYeah . . . He got back up and used his head.â
He could tell Sparks wanted to laugh; his mouth was doing that twitchy thing. âWell, the good news is heâs gone, and the better news is we got a new transfer who can take over Luckyâs training. I think heâs going to work out.â
âItâs my job to place the dogs with the kids.â Although, maybe if heâd done a better job reading Mendez, Lucky wouldnât have been kicked.
âWhoa, easy, I am not trying to take your job, but I think youâre going to mesh well with this kid. Judge Haskins just faxed me his file, and I thought you might like to read it.â
Tyler took the file, holding the dogsâ leashes in one hand so he could open it. Jeremiah Walton. Age: Fourteen. Charges:
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
Jillian Hart
J. Minter
Paolo Hewitt
Stephanie Peters
Stanley Elkin
Mason Lee
David Kearns
Marie Bostwick
Agatha Christie