Page 66 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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That lands heavier than it should.
Dylan runs up to me.
“Are we under attack?” he asks, way too excited for the situation.
“No,” I say.
“Are we preparing for one?”
“…Maybe.”
His grin widens.
“Cool.”
Buddy barks like he agrees.
Aspen sighs.
“He’s been watching too many action movies.”
I glance down at the kid.
“Stick with the dog,” I tell him.
“That’s your job.”
Dylan straightens like I just gave him a promotion.
“Yes, sir.”
Buddy sits proudly beside him.
Best security team we’ve got.
By sunset…
The farm is no longer an easy target.
And anyone watching us?
They’ll know it.
