CHAPTER SEVEN
Carly backed up fast and pulled the gate shut again just in time to escape a set of snarling, snapping jaws filled with sharp teeth.
The dog that had growled at her looked like a German Shepherd. And it was definitely not friendly.
Sheriff Ketchum laughed.
“Oh, my goodness. I should have warned you about the nice doggie. So sorry to cause you such a fright.”
Carly heard no note of apology in the man’s voice. In fact, he’d set her up for a scare with his mock-gallant “after you, ma’am,” inviting her to open the gate. He was obviously familiar with this dog’s attitude toward visitors.
“Ketchum …,” Lyle began, with a scowl on his face and the sound of a growl in his own voice. But the German Shepherd started barking loudly and any conversation was drowned out.
Carly was w
