The Last of the Dogteam

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by William W. Johnstone


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  time ago. She spoke of him often." He smiled, the ice in his eyes melting for just a moment. "I guess maybe I was born to be a soldier."

  "Where's your home, soldier?"

  The smile faded and the ice returned. "Well, my mom died three years ago, and my dad said he didn't want me around. Said I wasn't his kid and he'd be damned if he'd spend any more money on me. So I ran off."

  "Tough break."

  The young Ranger shrugged. "Well, I guess the Army's my home, Sergeant Major, but I was raised in Bishop, Georgia."

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