Chapter 11

“Okay, kid. You may be a rank cheechako,but you and them dogs got Norgard back here in as bad a storm as we’ve had in ten years. I guess your heart’s in the right place or else you’ve got a fuckin’ fine guardian angel. We’ll put you on the flight with the team, and I’ll get hold of somebody in Fairbanks to meet you and work stuff out. I don’t think Norgard will be in the hospital long. He’s too damn ornery.”

“Thank you, Mr. Portola. I know I cost Norgard the race and almost his life. I did some…some real dumb-shit things, but I do learn from my mistakes. Normally I’m a fast study. There’s a story here, but that isn’t what I want right now. I want to make up for the damage I did as much as I can.”

Portola studied him for long somber moments. “I like you, boy. You have more grit than I thought at first. You might have the making of a sourdough in you after all. Get your gear. You’re heading out in a few minutes. They’re already loading the dogs.”