“Oh, wow,” Sam sighed, sitting on the corner of her bed. She shouldn’t need a rest five minutes after waking up, but she’d had the coordination of a noodle-armed clown just trying to pull on her boots and jeans. It will be worth it when we’re out on the range, Sam promised herself, then walked downstairs to start her day. “I don’t know where he could be,” Brynna was saying as Sam pushed open the door to the kitchen. “It’s the nice weather,” Gram said. “We’ve had dogs take off before, this time of year.” “But Blaze?” Brynna said. “Lots of times they come home with a snout full of porcupine quills,” Gram said. “Those big porkies don’t have much patience for being sniffed and pawed.” Brynna glanced up at Sam. “When was the last time you saw him?” “I can’t remember,” she admitted. She’d been so busy yesterday, she didn’t recall seeing Blaze even once. Would she have noticed him, tagging along at her heels? Probably not, and that made her feel even worse.
