Carson got settled into his new cabin easily and quickly. It helped that he didn’t own a whole lot. He’d been right about the dogs liking the woods, and they’d disappeared back there while he unpacked his boxes.
He’d stood on the small back porch and whistled. They’d come tearing out of the trees a few moments later, lapped up a quart of water, and now lay panting at his feet on the front porch while he shaped an indistinct piece of wood into something useful.
“Hey,” a man said, and Carson glanced up to see the cowboy who’d been in his interview walking toward him, a golden retriever at his side.
Tony whined, but Ted didn’t even move. “Wait,” he told the dogs. He stood and went down the steps to shake Hudson’s hand again. “Hey. Hope it’s okay I chose the place right next door.”
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