“He must’ve been a good man to you and Dylan,” I say.
Aspen’s voice gets quiet.
“He was the best man I ever knew.”
The mountain wind moves through the trees.
For a second I swear I can hear Tank’s voice somewhere in the past.
Laughing.
Calling someone an idiot.
Buddy suddenly barks again.
Loud.
Urgent.
Wolf’s voice crackles through the radio.
“I see him!”
Aspen gasps.
“Grandpa?”
“Hold position,” Wolf says.
But Buddy is already pulling hard toward the sound.
And Dylan is running with him.