Chapter 19

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On the first clear morning, they fed the dogs and had their own breakfast. Then Dylan got a wild idea. Although Grey had run with the sled and gotten them to the checkpoint during the storm, he had not really driven the team. What if Dylan taught him the rudiments of mushing?

The dogs would be overjoyed to get out and run. Dylan was pretty sure he could exert enough control by voice alone in the fenced area surrounding the homestead. They would not likely challenge the five-foot barbed wire fence, and there was adequate room for them to stretch their legs and burn some energy.

“Come on,” he said as Grey cleared away the dishes. “Got an idea. You wanna take a try at driving a team around the yard?”

Grey looked like a kid who’d glimpsed the Christmas loot. “You mean, you think—really?”

“The dogs need exercise. I’m not up to riding the runners yet, but you can take them for a spin.”