Chapter 11

“Where the hell are you, Bull?” he grumbled. As if saying that had called the dog, Bull appeared seconds later, running down the creek bank and skidding to a stop in front of Cole. After patting the dog’s head, then impulsively dropping to one knee to hug him, Cole said, “We’d better get moving before they wake up. Besides, I’m starving and I bet you are too.”

As always, Bull nodded, like he understood what Cole had said, and they set out to get breakfast at The Haven.

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“And that was that,” Cole said when he finished telling Bret what had happened. “The guy, Ky, took off and we came back here.”

“You seem to be picking protectors right and left,” Bret replied. “What are you? Some sort of heir to a throne?”

Cole laughed. “Not hardly.” He sobered. “I’m an easy target because I’m still learning the ropes.”

“Maybe. I hate to say it, but you might be better off leaving Bull here at night and going to a shelter.”