No one else would understand his choice of favorite. He’d named her himself, Hadjo, the Creek word for jokester. She was full of personality among her dimmer colleagues, a bit of a show-off. She still showed no sign of shakes, thank the Great Spirit. Hadjo chewed a lazy cud, her eyes calm, but he knew better than to believe she couldn’t just as well deliver a fast kick, whether hurt or merely displeased, and kept his body from her firing line. He was sure what awaited him was another meaningless chore, or errand easily assigned to one of the others. He had to obey, eventually, but pretended not to hear, giving himself time, sliding his hand along the stomach line from dewlap to udder, feeling for an unfamiliar bulge or irritated patch. HIS MASTER’S VOICE, testy, from the direction of the main house. C LICK H ERE T O S IGN U P or visit us online to sign up at īut we start and end with family. Sign up for our newsletter and receive special offers, access to bonus content, and info on the latest new releases and other great eBooks from Atria Books and Simon & Schuster. Thank you for downloading this Atria Books eBook.
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