![]() ![]() The eastern side of the Wheeler Mountains range was where Buzz had uncovered the bones of hikers who disappeared the previous year. “I’m a climber, and I’m eager to see what sort of trouble I can get into around here.” I’ll probably just wander around the eastern butte for a few days, take in the sights,” he said. “Well, if you find a way to fit me into your schedule, let me know. I held my breath, willing away the tremor that skittered up my spine. It felt as if a warm electric current had passed through my skin. Nick shrugged, and the motion brought his arm brushing across my shoulder. “Mo, my hours are none of your business,” I said through a clenched, fake smile. But no one, particularly the yummy doctor, had to know that. I spent a good portion of my “work day” bored out of my ever-loving mind. ![]() I didn’t have time to escort the yummy doctor around by the nose. ![]() And I was the closest thing there was to law enforcement in my valley. The village paid me a salary for maintaining records and appearances at the town hall. And it’s hard to find a day job that will accept “got kicked in the ribs by an agitated moose” as a reason to call in sick. ![]() Being an unofficial official for the pack meant settling disputes between pack members, monitoring the wildlife (i.e., food sources) available around the valley, controlling the pack when we ran together. “Oh, you can move your schedule around,” Mo said, grinning at me. ![]()
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