Chapter 5
The next three days felt like the longest of Caleb’s life. When the three days stretched into four and finally five, the only thing that kept him halfway sane was trying to keep up with the antics of Nick’s crazy dog. That pup was a pistol. From what Nick had said, the dog was five or six years old, but Caleb’s youngest herd dog pups weren’t half as wild and goofy.
Huh, they say Aussies and Heelers are high energy. Maybe this little guy needs to work, too. What can a four-footed dust mop do? Guess I could send him under the bed to round up the dust bunnies.
By now Cedric had convinced Caleb he would not stray very far from Cheyenne, who normally stuck close to Caleb’s heels, so he let the little dog tag along when he went out to do chores. The snow was gone today and the mud w
