A lonely trucker almost passed the starving dog in the storm-then his headlights caught what the animal was hiding under its body…

know,” Hank said.

Luke’s eyes filled, though he fought it. “That’s all you ever say.”

“Because it’s the truth.”

“It’s not enough.”

“No,” Hank said quietly. “It isn’t.”

Ranger shifted his head onto Luke’s knee. Luke’s fingers went into the old dog’s fur automatically, seeking the thick place behind one ear where Ranger had always liked to be scratched.

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