Hope In Every Raindrop by Wesley Banks

Author:Wesley Banks [Banks, Wesley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-9861934-0-8
Publisher: Chasing Pace Publishing
Published: 2015-05-26T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Thirty minutes later, King halted the pack without Kyle's command, about twenty feet from a long row of wooden fence that lined the road.

The ride had been a little bumpy, but more than worth it.

Once they had lost sight of the barn, the dogs found their rhythm. Each pair had a purpose, Kyle had explained on the way.

Katie loved watching each of the dogs, but mostly she watched King. He was older, but he was strong and steadfast. She noticed the gait of several of the younger dogs change as they went over a small hill or through a thick patch of grass. But King made the change in pace several yards in advance, and the older dogs followed suit.

Kyle had to correct the younger ones verbally at each fault, which was something Katie also found that she came to like. She had not seem him interact much with the dogs verbally, but from the sled all the dogs were in front of him and hand signals couldn't be used.

As Kyle stepped off the back of the sled, the dogs instantly relaxed. They were already panting, but some sat or laid in the cool grass.

There was a wooden box the width of the sled behind where Katie was sitting, and as she got up Kyle opened the lid and pulled out eight plastic bowls and two bottles of water. He put one bowl in front of each pair and poured a quarter of the bottle in each bowl.

Placing the empty bottles back in the box, he pulled out one more full bottle.

He turned to Katie and extended the bottle in her direction.

"No, thank you," she said as she brushed the dirt from the sled off her jeans.

Kyle walked quickly over to King and unhooked his harness, then shook the bottle several times in front of the dog.

King sat as Kyle poured the water from the bottle, slowly enough that it almost looked like King was drinking water like a human. Katie looked around at the myriad of wildflowers that adorned the straw-like grass. There were bright yellow daisies, deep red poppies, bits of baby’s breath, and other blues and oranges she didn’t recognize. They were almost to the edge of the property, where Katie hadn’t been before.

Kyle refilled a few more bowls, pushed a small latch into the ground behind one of the tires—which Katie assumed was some type of brake—and turned to Katie. "Ready?"

"We're just going to leave all the dogs here?"

"No."

"They're coming with us to the store?"

"No."

Katie looked at Kyle with the same look she’d given him earlier in the barn. As they walked, Katie asked the question that had gone unanswered earlier in the barn.

“Kyle,” Katie said, stopping several steps behind him. “I still don’t understand. I get that you train sled dogs, but it just doesn’t make any sense. Aren’t sled dogs supposed to be huskies? Don’t they need to be training in zero-degree weather up in Canada or Alaska or something? Are you from

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