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But he’s looking at me different. See how his ears keep flicking toward me? How he’s not trying to go through the fence, just make noise?”
“Dad, if that dog latches onto you…” Caleb started, sweat pricking his hairline despite the cool air of the shelter.
“Open the damn gate,” Luke ordered, the Sergeant Major tone returning. “That’s an order, son. If continue reading …
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