Scout barked once, tail wagging weakly, as if finally allowing the tension to leave its body. Nathan stood at a distance, helmet tucked under his arm, staring back toward the river that still raged beyond the tree line. He replayed the moment in his mind—the bank left, the near dismissal.
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