Page 41 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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“About an hour.”
He whistles softly.
“That’s bold.”
Dylan runs out of the house, then Buddy races beside him.
“More Rangers!” he announces like we’re a traveling circus.
Ace looks down.
“Well, look at that,” he says. “You must be Dylan.”
Dylan beams.
“Yes sir.”
Buddy sniffs Ace suspiciously.
Blaze crouches beside the dog.
“Hey, Ranger.”
Buddy wags instantly.
Traitor.
Aspen steps closer to me.
“Is something wrong?” she asks quietly.
I keep my voice calm.
“Just making sure nothing goes wrong.”
Her eyes flick to the truck again.
She sees it now.
“Are they watching us?”
“Yes.”
I don’t sugarcoat things.
Aspen inhales slowly.
But she doesn’t panic.
Tank chose well.
