Chapter 3

Tatia was one unique dog, a bit of Siberian from one great-grandsire and who knew what else—just a pure Alaskan Husky, which was no breed at all but the refined combination perfected by years of careful matches made by seasoned mushers. He’d bred her first to a top contender’s male. That litter had given him Freya. Then he’d found a dog that came from the late Susan Butcher’s pack. He’d had to talk hard and pay a handsome stud fee, but the pups were worth it. Thor was the best of that litter. Dylan would give his life for either dog and he felt confident they’d do the same for him. The bond among the three of them was that powerful.

One more time, he checked his harness, enumerated the contents of his sled bag, and ran a hand down the runners to be sure there were no cracks or rough spots in the plastic inserts. They were not new but seemed to be in good shape still. Then he straightened his bib with his entry number and waited his turn to head for the starting line.