Cooper grabbed his gun out of the holster, quickly checked the barrel, turned off the safety and stood by the door. He took a steadying breath, blinked the last grub of sleep out of his eyes and yelled, “Who’s there?” The pounding stopped. “If this is you trying to make some kind of three little pigs joke right now, I am going to smack you right in your chinny-chin-chin, Dayton.”
