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Show 34 defiance. "But I'm not going to let them take my dog!" Mrs. Sutherland gave him a little wink. "Well, I can understand that. My husband and I used to raise collies. Your Chinook, while he's not a standard malamute, is a gorgeous dog-but he acts like a thieving tramp." "I know," Josh said, and he shrugged. "I guess we better be going now." He kept looking back over his shoulder, expecting to see Horace Wolsey come screaming around the corner in the Jericho police car, lights flashing, to arrest him. "I suppose so," Mrs. Sutherland said thoughtfully. "But Joshua, you bring that dog to see me next week." She looked as if an idea had suddenly struck her. "There's a man who. . . . " But her face fell in disappointment. "No. . . no, I suppose that wouldn't do. Anyway," she brightened again, "you come see me next week, all right?" "Okay," Josh said. By next week, he and Cap would be living like mountain men far from civilization. But maybe he would come see her anyway. Josh held up the turkey. "Don't you want your turkey?" Exasperated, she threw up her hands, backed away and, talking to herself, hurried down the sidewalk toward her garden party. |