This is another excerpt from Tourist Trap, an upcoming novel involving ecotourism and attempted murder on a planet terraformed from Pleistocene Earth.
The guide had planned to take a long lunch break to rest the dogs, who were sprawled out panting in the unnatural warmth. Somehow Roi had his team on their feet and pulling out, with Amber driving the blue team behind him, almost as soon as they had finished eating. Penny had little choice but to follow, fuming with anger. Screaming at Roi when he moved the pace up to a lope had no effect, nor did attempting to stop her own team. Growler slowed only briefly at her “whoa,” then glanced ahead and resumed his lope. How dare her client take over the mind of her lead dog!
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