Page 30 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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For a moment no one moves.
Grandpa squints up at Havoc.
“…Tank, you finally came back,” he says.
My throat tightens.
“He thinks you’re Joseph,” I whisper.
Havoc crouches slowly in front of the old man.
His voice softens in a way I haven’t heard before.
“Hey, Harold.”
Grandpa studies him.
“…you’re not Tank.”
“No,” Havoc says gently.
“But we’re gonna take you home.”
Grandpa looks relieved.
“That’s good,” he murmurs.
“I got lost.”
Aspen kneels beside him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“You’re okay,” I whisper. “We found you. I have your shoes.”
Behind me, Wolf mutters quietly to Saint.
“Dog deserves a medal.”
Buddy barks proudly.
