"Long strokes. Start at her neck and run your hand back to her tail. They like the long strokes. That's the way her mama did it." James stroked her, long and slow, but he glared at Leland instead of relating to the dog. This set Leland off into one of his tirades. "Talk to her, goddamnit. She ain't a stick of furniture. She is one of God's creatures, and she will hear you. I see these goddamned people walkin' dogs, yakking on their phones, makes me wanna kick their sissy asses. What they got a dog for, they want to talk on their phones? That dog there will understand you, Officer James. She will understand what's in your heart. Am I just shouting at the grass and dog shit out here, or are you reading what I am telling you?" "I'm reading you, Sergeant." Leland"