George followed as Thunder and the dog trotted deeper into the woods, their pace steady and sure, as if they knew exactly where they were going. George wasn’t sure what he’d find at the end of this journey, but he trusted Thunder—and now, it seemed, he trusted the dog too.
The trees grew thicker as they ventured further in, the shadows lengthening as the sunlight filtered through the branches. George’s heart pounded in his chest, not from exertion but from the rising anticipation. Something was out here, something important. Why else would Thunder and the dog lead him so far from the farm?