Yes, he’d know Freya anywhere, and Thor, too. It wasGrey’s team. As they drew closer, Dylan saw the pink parka belonged to a girl driving a hitch of only seven dogs. Then he saw the gray-and-tan blotch of another dog curled on Grey’s sled.
What the hell?
At that moment, Grey saw him, waved, and gave a shout. “We’re here, coming in!”
A couple pushed forward to greet the pink parka-wearing young racer.
“Mattie, what happened?”
Dylan recognized Mary and Jake Seabrook, avid racers well known in musher circles. Must be their kid. Hell, she’s no bigger than a minute.
Grey and the girl crossed the line side by side, him first simply because he had one more dog in the hitch.
“Mom, Dad, Vixen hurt her leg, but Mr. Trammel helped me. He wouldn’t go on and leave us and this was his first-ever race.”