Chapter 22

“We’ll get in all right,” Mattie promised. “Thank you for taking Vix. She’s not a lead prospect, but she’s a good dog and I love her a bunch. I sure hope she’ll be okay.”

The dog stayed quiet, curled up in a slight hollow in the middle of Grey’s sled, as if she knew that was the safest, most comfortable place she could be. A smaller dog, she looked to be a mixed breed, typical for modern racing Huskies. Grey noted she had a sweet face and keen eyes. Now and then, she’d look at him as he paced the sled. He reached down once and scratched around her pointed ears.

After a couple of hours, they topped a ridge from which they could see the village where the finish line was drawn. It was about five miles away.

Mattie halted. “Listen, Mr. Trammel, why don’t you put Vixen on my sled now and get going? I can handle it from here and that’ll give you a chance to make up a little time.”