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That tilt…that comical, “What?” turn of the head dogs do when they hear an odd tone or when they’re not quite sure what you’ve said.

That tilt…I’d seen it from Hector many, many times…

My heart crowded my chest, stopped moving.

I closed my eyes slowly, opened them even more slowly…

He had turned, was moving away into the brush on the opposite side of the river, until he faded into the scrubby darkness and was gone.

I let my breath go in a strangled gasp that was as much a sob as anything.





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